You should be stronger than me Feel like a lady and you my lady boy 'Cause I've forgotten all of young love's joy You been here 7 years longer than me Don't you know you supposed to be the man? Not pale in comparison to who you think I am You always

I wake up in the mornin' and I'm all alone First you say you love me then you say you don’t Tell me that you're with it then you say you won't Can you make your mind up? Please, I'm losin' my patience You know I'm losin' my patience, yeah Oh I hate that

Gyal show mi weh yo got Meck mi used mi Iphone 5 tek a snap Yo do the thing dem weh mi cyaa fi got From mi si you yo find mi weak spot God know mi addicted to her yeah A you me waan, tell everybody this That a my property nuh bother trouble it Addiction

Give me somethin' to ride to And forget about life to The kind you wanna get high to Lay back in the night to Yeah used to be dance songs Slow jams and romance songs But now that she's gone and the radio's on Yeah I just want one that don't sing about

I've been thinkin' way too much Oh yeah, all I do is think about you All night, all I do is think about you I've been thinkin' way too much, much, much, much Now I'm longing for your touch, touch, touch, touch You won't pick up the phone, phone, phone,

Mo Money, yeah Mo Money, Blow Money, Show Money Party Money, Side Ho Money, Dope Money New Clothes money from shit that I wrote money So much money I don't know who stole from me Hard to keep track I'm used to having no money Still broke compared to

Tuesday's gone with the wind My baby's gone, with the wind Ride on train Train roll on, on down the line, Won't you please take me far, far away Now I feel the wind blow, outside my door, I'm leavin' my woman at home, oh yeah Tuesday's gone with the

Whoa nobody loves me, nobody seems to care Everyday, everyday I have the blues When you see me worryin' baby, yeah it's you I hate to lose Ooh everyday, everyday I have the blues Well worries and trouble darling, Babe you know I've had my share Everyday,

Oh, yeah, I'll still take you home So what do you know? Oh-woah, woah, woah Oh, you know nothing Yeah, but I'll still take you home Well, it's ever so funny 'Cause I don't think you're special, I don't think you're cool You're just probably alright But

Now he gotta getcha And there goes the alarm ringing in my head Texting from his ex, what did you expect? Now you're lying here knowing where he goes Karma is a bitch, yeah Rewinding the picture There goes the alarm and the siren's go There goes the