I know you send me Honest you do Darling you send me At first I thought it was infatuation But woo, it's lasted so long Now I find myself wanting To marry you and take you home Honest you do, honest you do Honest you do, whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

What are you doin' to me, what are you doin', huh? You just want attention, you don't want my heart Maybe you just hate the thought of me with someone new Yeah, you just want attention, I knew from the start (What are you doin'?) 'Cause you knew that I,

All of my hate cannot be found I will not be drowned by your thoughtless scheming So you can try to tear me down Beat me to the ground I will see you screaming Why are you trying to make fun of me? You think it's funny? What the fuck you think it's doing

Gucci, spent a hunnid on some new socks (new socks) Coulda bought a crib, bought a drop top (skrt, skrt) I can't love a bitch, trust no thot (no thot) Never bring a freak to your spot (whoop, whoop) Dolce and Gabanna on my flip flops I don't do no

I want it, I want it, I want it I want it, you'll give it to me! Don't worry about a thing, fuck the world We just stay in bed all day Daddy got game, daddy brought it From Africa to LA I could be your daddy Make everything okay Shut the fuck up, be a

As bad as it was, as bad as it hurt I thank God I didn’t get what I thought that I deserved Sometimes life leads you down a different road Someday you’ll see the reason why When you’re holding on to someone that you gotta let go Sometimes, yeah

I once thought it better to regret Things that I have done, then haven't Sometimes you've got to be wrong Learn the hard way (Hello, mirror, so glad to see you, my friend, it's been a while) Staring at the empty page before me All the years of wreckage

(nothin' but love nothin' but love) Ain't got nothin' but love for you Here I sit by my window thinking about all the things that I've been through There were times where I never thought I get to where I got to Had some angels to guide me someone who

A gypsy driftin' down the road I learned quick my eighteenth summer Diggin' ditches for the man You can't be a guitar strummer Cussin' that shovel in your hand Took my paycheck to a pawn shop Bought a silverstone guitar Wrote a song about a beer joint

I'm boss with it, authentic, all y'all frauds better Quit with the trash talk before you get tossed in it Y'all tripping, bar ripping, y'all sipping too much, right to the palms dripping Lost in it, thoughts different, you don't want no drama? Then don't