What the hell did I, hell did I, hell did I say? What the hell did I say when I called last night Dripping loads of whiskey honey in that message that she liked What the hell did I say, gotta dial it up again I'm writing out those lines that fell out

You did many things That I liked, that I liked And you like diamond rings I can provide, I can provide for you You made me feel so good Before I left, on the road And you deserve your name on a crown, on a throne I bet you'll take me in

Take your string bikinis, your apple martinis Take what’s left there in the bank Take your flat iron and your curlers Your sparkling water and that damn perfume I never liked Take your black Mercedes all that stuff for ladies To me you’re just a total

I'm not giving it up And you're the only thing that's going on in my mind Taking over my life a second time I don't have the capacity for fucking You're meant to be helping me When I said I liked it better without my money, I lied It took a little while

If you liked it, then you should have put a ring on it All the single ladies Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Don't be mad once you see that he want it 'Cause if you liked it, then you should have put a ring on it (All the single ladies) Now put your hands up

One time I was at the beach And we were looking at the stars And this girl was laying next to me And the blanket that we had was, had stars on it as well It looked liked we were just floating in an abyss Honestly, when I see her face I just smile I guess

Steady with the crew, steady with the crew And you never liked it, and you never liked them My Lambo gon' skrr, my crib ain't got service I got shit to lose, that shit make me nervous I got shit to lose, gotta keep my cool Gotta watch the dukes, can't

Good night, was just a little word you liked Somewhere somebody that you burn Was talk to happy in the line But love, you know you never got it right I don't know why you say good night You only mean to say goodbye And I know, you could have show your

Take your string bikinis, your apple martinis Take what’s left there in the bank Take your flat iron and your curlers Your sparkling water and that damn perfume I never liked Take your black Mercedes all that stuff for ladies To me you’re just a total

I'm not giving it up And you're the only thing that's going on in my mind Taking over my life a second time I don't have the capacity for fucking You're meant to be helping me When I said I liked it better without my money, I lied It took a little while