Big girls cry when their hearts are breaking I may cry ruinin' my makeup Tough girl whose soul aches I'm at home, on my own Check my phone, nothing, though Act busy, order in Pay TV, it’s agony Wash away all the things you've taken And I don't care if I

Toy-like people make me boy-like I sink myself in hair upon my lover I seen you go down to a cold mirror It was never clearer in my error You click a shine upon your forehead or Check it by the signs in the corridor You light my ways through the club

Work in a little sunshine overtime Checking on out of that nine to five Sandy streets and the windows down Hair free in the breeze getting all unwound Jump in the water go weekend wild Get wrapped up in an old beach towel Break out tequila salt and the

It's my own fault, baby Treat me the way you want to do Yes, at the time, you were loving me, baby At that time, little girl, I didn't love you At that time, little girl, I wouldn't be true Used to make your own pay checks, baby And bring them all home

Pissin' on my watch, like I got a bad bladder I'm simply fuckin' with shawty because her ass fatter All red Bentley truck, Alpha, Kappa They're checkin' my profile, no pic, I'm still fresher You do the bag That's what we on? (Murda on the beat, that's

Bag alert, major bag alert (major) Bag alert, major bag alert, yeah (bag) Bag alert, major bag alert (bag) Plain Patek, plain Jane, fill it with ice (ice) Save ya check, you don't know the price (no) Pull up, McLaren with wings Pull up and spread my

Oh get used to it, eh I know you getting used to it So get used to me checking in Get used to me falling through Just to see your face There ain't a moment Get used to me touching you Get used to me loving you

'Cause I know just what I'm gonna do Well I gotta get drunk, I sure do dread it I start to spend my money, call everybody honey I spend my whole paycheck on some old wreck And brother, I could name you a few And I wouldn't think of lettin' them down

Check it, I used to be the goofy man you hounded The Special Ed kid at lunchtime the bitches wouldn't stand around with I would jack off so much back at my parents' house And now my dick has a permanent imprint of my hand around it Life was lame, I had

Can we get together? There's too much confusion I really, I really wanna be with you I hope you, I hope you feel the same way too It's an illusion Come on, check it out with me Baby we can do it We can do it alright Do you believe in love at first sight?