(Now you must have never heard of what she did for you) And your priority, it must be heard 'Cause we'll never be the way we were There's so much that I could never say to your face Bye, bye now You should know the world and all its ways so find your

This time has gotta be our last time Here we are again going in this cheap place What if was seen by a friend and they recognize our face We both know that it's wrong we both should be at home I know that you want me just as much as I want you You've got

Baby, you're perfect And if you like having secret little rendezvous If you like to do the things you know that we shouldn’t do Baby, I'm perfect for you And if you like midnight driving with the windows down And if you like going places we can’t even

I should've listened to the, I should've listened to the You were nothing but trouble, baby And I've been sifting through the rubble lately Wanted to dance in the eye of danger Knowing good well I'd regret it later The warning lights were flashing like

Yeah, more than you know Yeah, more than you know Yeah, more than you know yeah, more than you know I just need to get it off my chest You should know that baby you're the best 'Cause it ain't over, until she sings I saw it coming, from miles away I

Don't cry to me oh baby Die, die, die my darling Don't utter a single word I'll be seeing you again Die, die, die Your future's in an oblong box You should have seen it a-comin' on Had to know it was in your power Dead-end goal for a dead-end girl

I should be loving you Don’t say goodnight We just watched it burn Know we could’ve kept going by I tried to find the truth And I ain’t there with you I never listen, I never listen All the things you said I’ll never hear again

Do you mind? Do you mind? Do you mind? You know, you know, you know, you know Girl we been right here, thinkin' 'bout it all night Baby you should be up in my bed Baby you, do you mind? Do you mind? Do you mind? I'm just trying to get to know ya Get a

But I know by now Why did you sit here In the grave Why should I blame her Silenced by death in the grave William Butler Yeats couldn't save Why did you stand here Were you sickened in time That she filled my days

We livin' that high life I think Sam takin' grams out the bag Uncle Sam takin' grams out the bag He say, "One more chance," he said, "One more chance" Kinda hard for a nigga tryna stack By now you should know how a sip feels