It feels like I'm finally free There's nothing else I need That nothing's out of reach When you're with me Then you spoke your truth with no secrets Told me, "use your heart while it's beating" When you're right here beside me Feels like I'm finally free

I'm facing the bottle for all of my problems These Instagram models are nothing but trouble She's going away now (Now it's over) I'm going full throttle (You drive me crazy) All these Instagram models I said they're nothing but trouble She's going away

Don't make me close one more door I don't want to hurt anymore Stay in my arms if you dare Or must I imagine you there Don't walk away from me I have nothing, nothing, nothing I don't really need to look Very much further I don't want to have to go

I don't know why you bother Nothing's ever good enough for you I was there And it wasn't like that You came here Just to start a fight You had to piss on our parade You had to shred our big day You had to ruin it for all concerned

You're my Miss Jamaica My Miss Jamaica I'm crowning you myself Although you may not have such a fabulous shape To suit the rest of the world But you do suit me and that's all I want to know I need not know nothing more Roses are red, violets are blue

(If I fall) If I fall, if I fall If I fall I will take everybody down I'm dragging everybody down I'm taking everybody out I owe you nothing I've given everything and more I stand for something

And I said, well I got a car, she said, there's something At least it's a start, I said, it's better than nothing I ain't in no hurry but I'm ready when you are And she said, where do you think all this is going I said, there ain't no way of knowing But

Like fights with the brass knuckles Like I ain't got nothing to live Swinging belts catching niggas with the buckle now fuck it (I'm going out) Like as if you had guns to my kids fuck it (going all out) For the big checks and large faces mantions And my

Stack it up like cinnamon, we'll get it real fast Pick it up, pack it up, put it in a bag Until there's nothing left of you Until there's nothing left for you If you work all day you keep the rhythm through the night If you work all night you keep the

Ain't nothing like the real thing Ain't nothing like the real thing, baby No, no, ain't nothing like the real thing, baby Oh honey, I got your picture hangin' on the wall But it can't see or come to me when I call your name I realize it's just a picture