You can miss me all you want But I'm not coming over Cause tonight I'm doing me I'll call you in the morning (that's right) Hanging with my girls Until the break of dawn You cant tell me no

Everybody's gonna go downtown same hang with the same old crowd Talking like it's just the greatest thing you've ever seen Telling me that if I don't go I'll be the one missin' out Yeah but I don't really think I'm gonna miss a thing As for myself I'm

You can't lose You make me offers that I can't refuse You keep telling pretty lies Only you're killing me with your Baby, don't you know You're tired with the truth You keep telling pretty lies, babe You make me offers that I can't refuse, yeah

Then, baby, just do it So if you're gonna do it Don't let me down gently If you're gonna do it That you wanna tell me something But is it the cause for us giving it up? I know you've got your reasons I'll get over it eventually Before I'm too invested

But I'm worried that your heart might feel the same And I have to be honest with you baby But I got you this rose And I need to know I'm not try'na start a fire, with this flame Tell me If I'm wrong, and this is crazy Will you let it die or let it grow?

Blowing money fast, blowing money fast Fuck being humble, fuck being humble Tell 'em that I'm strapped, I don't wanna rumble Running through the bag, running through the bag When you came from nothing, fuck being humble These niggas don't want it with

It's the same thing again and again You come around every now and then Your clothes are different but you're still the same Why else would you come here? Scumbag on a mission You're telling me that it's been awhile Shit eating grin and a brand new lie

We turn it to hope This heart don't count on the wicked We face this world alone When all that want is to break you Turn anger into hope These eyes don't cry at all I'm telling you tonight I swear to tear up these nails from across the bed For giving you

Momma I'm depending on you, to tell me the truth Papa was a rolling stone, Where ever he laid his hat was his home And when he died, all he left us was alone It was the third of September That day I'll always remember, yes I will 'Cause that was the day,

That I get a kick out of you I get no kick from champagne Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all So tell me why should it be true Some get their kicks from cocaine I'm sure that if I took even one sniff That would bore me terrifically too I get a kick