No I don't believe you When you say don't come around here no more I won't remind you You said we wouldn't be apart When you say you don't need me anymore So don't pretend to Not love me at all I don't mind it

How do I get back to you Get back to you Tell me baby I don't know where to begin Is there nothing I can do To change the state I'm in And I know I've made a mess of it Every promise betrayed You say that I'll never change

I know what I want Since you found me out And that's more than you can say You just take me through the motions What if I would say Simple words I can't relate Mad in a way but I don't say It's what you're used to I got the words but can't convey

My father told me, lying on his bed of death, "boy," he says, "woman she's gonna make it, don't fool your self 'cause she's got something to make a man lay that money, uh, right in her hand And the very thing that makes her rich will make you poor The

Grandma's hands Clapped in church on Sunday morning Played a tambourine so well Used to issue out a warning She'd say, "Billy don't you run so fast Might fall on a piece of glass "Might be snakes there in that grass" Soothed a local unwed mother Used to

I'ma wash away my sins I'ma rinse away this dirt I forgot to make amends To all the friends I may have hurt I better stop and say my grace From that I pray that I don't fall 'Cause on the way back down I may End up runnin' back into them all I never

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh It's been way too long Since I seen you, looked you in your eyes Riding 'round the town and staying out, don't wanna say goodbye Everything's so different now You're just what I'm missing now But I know that I can't have you back, I

Tryin' to get it wrong No need to put a front No need to lay it on Say people are too hard, tryin' to get it He who got the money, man Don't make you anyone People are too hard, tryin' to get it It don't make you anyone, now Don't care 'bout what you do

I beez in the trap, be-beez in the trap A hundred mothafuckas can’t tell me nothin’ Bitches ain’t shit and they ain’t saying nothin’ Damn, damn what they say about me? I don't know man, fuck is on your biscuit If I get hit, swinging on a big bitch I

Man this party's jumpin', bumpin', jumpin' Party stay jumpin' don't nobody wanna leave Now shawty don't say that you wanna in the night That mix shawt and Jeremih On up and if you at a party gone throw yo hands up Man this party's jumpin', bumpin',