What we had were nothing but lessons I prepared you for her (damn) Didn't you turn out perfect? She must wanna thank me For leaving her with your best version You got all the bad out your system I taught you them then left with my reasons Now I'll be

Reach, It's not as bad as it seems I cleanse in the river for somebody else, For anyone but myself You gotta get up In the latest midnight hour When the world has gone to sleep When doubts begin to rise And the world is at your feet I'm not a selfless man

And the record won't stop skipping And the lies just won't stop slipping And besides my reputation's on the line We can fake it for the airwaves Force our smiles, baby, half dead From comparing myself to everyone else around me Everyone else around me

For a very, very, long-long time I've been on my motherfuckin' grind Yeah, so I deserve to ball like Kobe Yeah, got a bad ori in the back Yeah, and I don't fuck with no new niggas We've been homies for a long-long time She say she love me, love me,

Woke up this morning, my baby was gone I ain't got nobody stayin' home with me Since my baby's been gone I felt so bad, my baby's gone My baby she's gone, I'm in misery Well baby, I'm all alone Yeah, baby, I'm all alone I ain't no lovin'

Never wanted anything so bad She got me wishing that she could stay Doesn't even know that I missed my plane Not a single thing I wouldn't trade For a ticket to L.A It was midnight in the middle of JFK Trying to take her mind off the fallin' rain

It got a little crazy last night Last thing I remember I told the bartender Mix rum and whatever you have First one drink, then two then I woke up with you So I know things can't be all that bad But it's still a little hazy Steel drums still ringing in

So tonight gotta leave that nine to five upon the shelf And just enjoy yourself Life ain't so bad at all If you live it off the wall 'Cause we're the party people night and day Livin' crazy that's the only way Groove, let the madness in the music get to

Whoah, something bad Got a real good feeling something bad about to happen Got a real good feelin’ something bad about to happen Stand on the box, stomp your feet, start clapping Wake up in the morning’ don’t know what happened Drinks keep coming, throw

And that ain't good The way he should I've got it bad Though folks with good intentions Tell me to save my tears Well I'm so mad about him I can't live without him Never treats me sweet and gentle My poor heart is so sentimental