And that's got me worried thinking That's why I'm sittin on the front steps This time I don't know After she packed when she looked back There were no tears in her eyes Maybe my baby's gotten good at goodbye What a rotten day this turned out to be I

Oh my gosh, look at her butt My anaconda don't, my anaconda don't My anaconda don't want none unless you got buns, hun (Look at her butt) Look at, look at, look at Look, at her butt Little in the middle but she got much back I'm on some dumb shit, by the

We'll make a memory out of it It's gotta get easier and easier somehow 'Cause I'm falling, I'm falling I don't wanna wait for that There she goes in front of me Don't look on, take me back again We finally fall apart and we break each other's hearts If

Now don't stop, drop, pause Look at that girl, she's like oh Look at that girl, she's like ah Mami over there sometime 'Cause you look so right Oh, look at that girl, she's like ah Look at that girl, she's like Mami no you can't come back

Run for cover Run while you can, baby, don't look back You gotta run for cover Don't be afraid of the fear, that's a played out trap, man You know you're not the only one And don't look back, just run for cover She's running What have you gathered to

She's got everything she needs She's an artist, she don't look back Proud to steal her anything she sees She never stumbles She's got no place to fall Bow down to her on Sunday Salute her when her birthday comes She can take the dark out of the night

And I'm never lookin' back I said all I need to see I don't want no more Walkin' blow walkin' slowly One thing make it all right Try to forget you like I said you Wanna tell this Rollin' walkin' walkin' slowly

I don't want to know Go Go Go Go Are we all victims of opportunity? locked outside the door back in '83 I heard the angry voice of the man inside And saw the look of fear in my mother's eyes Mom get in the car and let's drive away She said I'm sorry Mark

She's got everything she needs, she's an artist She don't look back You will start out standing Proud to steal her anything she sees She never stumbles, she's got no place to fall She wears an Egyptian ring that sparkles before she speaks Bow down to her

Shotgun to the back of my heart, I don't turn around to see who let one ring out Heading to the Massacre Bodies arriving every day Look at those shells you heard Picking the bones up along the way Let it ring out Lately I've been questioning Am I all