Came up, that's all me, stay true, that's all me No help, that's all me, all me for real Got everything, I got everything I cannot complain, I cannot I don't even know how much I really made, I forgot, it's a lot Fuck that, never mind what I got, nigga

Or have they forgot what it was that they made Forgive me I am only a maid They dance like sirens, hoping the sun would come out again And I was born in the fog of that day Can they hear a babe over all the faith, Crawled out of the fog, found a river,

Whose rock? They call it 'Lover's rock' To make lover's rock You must know a place you can kiss Everybody knows it's a crying shame But nobody knows the poor baby's name When she forgot that thing that she had You must treat your lover girl right If you

That's what it's made for You know I got it Girl I forgot it But we gon' still get down like this So I can do you like this, baby So I can freak you like this, baby Know you gon' felt it like this, baby Go on and hit it Felt it like this

You wanna be more than just friends I can't go through this again Stop trying get inside my head Don't wanna do more than hookup It's getting stupid 'cause I shoulda known but I forgot That you think we're something that we're not Something that we're not

Candy Apple Faygo paint Mercedes Sippin' codeine, I forgot my plans I'ma pour up, sip that Houston, Texas with some soda Flex on all my exes like, "hey ladies, hey ladies" Hey girl, what's up, I'ma pour this drink up with some soda Flex on all my exes

Now you got me caught in the act You bring the thought back I'm telling you that I see it right through you From the top to the bottom Bottom to top I stop At the core I've forgotten In the middle of my thoughts Taken far from my safety

When I get drunk, and talk to God I wish that I could go to church but I'm too ashamed of me I hate the fact it takes a bottle to get me on my knees And I hope he'll forgive the things you ain't forgot I say I'm sorry for all the things I'm not I mean

Nothing works Oh and nothing works I've tried nothing and I'm out of ideas I tried nothing and I'm out of ideas I was clear That I forgot

But that don't make it easy lovin' me That might make for a good story, man We were playin' out in Vegas when this lady pressed her way up to the stage I forgot what I was singin' when she met me with her meet-me-later gaze When she threw it on my mic