Whoa, you stress me out, you kill me You drag me down, you fuck me up We're on the ground, we're screaming I don't know how to make it stop I love it, I hate it, and I can't take it I tell myself I'm done with wicked games But then I get so numb with all

Yeah, you're just my type, yeah, yeah Just my type But you're just my type The kind that only calls me late at night You can't decide if you'll be yours or mine I hate to say it, but you're just my type Oh, I hate to say it, but you're just my type You

You, so dated You, outdated You, so fading away You, can't take it You, just fake it You, are just in my way I don't give a fuck about you! There's a fire within Hate to admit it but always knew

I hate you, don't leave me I admit I'm in and out of my head Don't listen to a single word I've said Just hear me out before you run away But I can't back down No, I can't deny That I'm staying now 'Cause I can't decide Confused and scared I am terrified

Get someone you love? Get someone you need? Fuck that, get money I can't give you my soul 'cause we're never alone I don't want your body But I hate to think about you with somebody else Our love has gone cold You're intertwining your soul with somebody

A real street nigga will never ever call 12 I still don't give a fuck how a fuckboy feel How you gon' keep it real and your diamonds not real? I do it so big I make a hater feel little I can't tell you why they hating but I have an idea You never liked

These niggas'll change on you I can't keep count of how many times I done watched them change on me Now they hate everything I do I can’t help but win, I’m a winner, nigga, you changed on me All I'm hearing is Jimmy want my shit to flop Dre don't care if

If I could only kill a word Bend my body, break my bones Use staff and rod to turn me black and blue 'Cause you can't unhear, you can't unsay But if were up to me to change I'd turn lies and hate to love and truth If I could kill a word and watch it die

Pretty hurts Shine the light on whatever's worse Perfection is the disease of a nation Tryna fix something But you can't fix what you can't see It's the soul that needs the surgery Are you happy with yourself Just another stage Pageant the pain away

I'm reminiscing, yeah I ain't fuckin' with you at all I love money, I can't go back to the bottom 'cause I Hate it at the bottom, try to stop thinking about it But, I'm reminiscing, yeah Fuck your problem, it's too late to tell me sorry Off the head,