This party, this party wasn't over Somebody, somebody should've told her Hands up in the air, still swaying That band she loves still playing She had this old boy from the boondocks Sweet talking, walking on moon rocks I wish somebody would've told her

And I can't take this Keep talking while I'm walking away You can say what you have to say 'Cause my mind's made up anyway Lets go ya'll These people are running off at the mouth Trying to convince me that I'm running on empty Trying to convince

Lady writer on the TV Just the way that her hair fell down around her face Then I recall my fall from grace Another time, another place Talking about the Virgin Mary Yeah you know I'm talking about you and me And the lady writer on the TV Lady Writer on

This party, this party wasn't over Somebody, somebody should've told her Hands up in the air, still swaying That band she loves still playing She had this old boy from the boondocks Sweet talking, walking on moon rocks I wish somebody would've told her

Shawty, shawty She throwing her hair She working them jeans She talking that talk just li, li, like I like it She keep it on and poppin' Ain't no mistaking, playing, or faking Shawty keep it on and poppin' Oh, oh, oh yeah The way you wearing that top got

Something told me it was over When I saw you and her talking Something deep down in my soul said, cry girl When I saw you and that girl, walking arround I would rather, I would rather go blind boy Than to see you, walk away from me child, and all So you

Disrespect me And I'm real disrespectful Seen you from a far way You was talking side ways If you wanna start shit Just know that we gon' pop quick Get the fuck outta my face Copped me a whip (skirt)

If he dies, he dies I used to smoke to get high, now I smoke to get vibes I used to tote the semi, I still tote the semi Keep it on the East Side, keep it on the B-side But he be talking out his ass, what is all that shit about? And you still ain't seen

Something told me it was over When I saw you and her talking Something deep down in my soul said, cry girl When I saw you and that girl, walking arround I would rather, I would rather go blind boy Than to see you, walk away from me child, and all So you

This party, this party wasn't over Somebody, somebody should've told her Hands up in the air, still swaying That band she loves still playing She had this old boy from the boondocks Sweet talking, walking on moon rocks I wish somebody would've told her