You know it ain't right just to treat me this a way. Well, you know it ain't right just to treat me this a way. Well, you know, my baby, have you home one day. You know it ain't right just to treat me like you do. Well, you know it ain't right just to

Let's go to bed early Turn out the lights It's only eight thirty But that's alright Know you ain't tired Neither am I And stay up all night There's a party going on tonight And we can go if you want to

I'ma fuck up my life Yeah right, yeah right But you know I don't mind Never give a single fuck about me Yeah, you bet she know that we ain't Never gonna be together, I see Yeah, you bet I go to see you when I'm feeling like a drum without a beat Yeah,

From the unknown I ran away, I don't think I'm coming back home Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa Like a crawlspace, it's a dark place I roam Ain't no right way, just the wrong way I know I problem solve with Styrofoam My world revolves around a black hole

You don't know a thing about me 'Cause baby you don't know a thing about me You ain't got the right to tell me Acting like you own me lately Mister Know It All Well you, you think you know it all Oh you think that you know me, know me That's why I'm

So don't make me tear it up You know I don't give a fuck And I ain't here to shake things up But I got my hand on my gun Tear it up, tear it up yeah Here we go now, here we go I beat the pussy up like Ying-Yang Put it right, thur like Ching-Chang You

The only way we get it only way we know to get it Off the block, off the clip, off the cain nigga On the grind tote a nine do yo thing nigga I know this bullshit that I'm hearing ain't true right These niggas out here picking bullshit over money nigga

We ain't ever getting older So baby pull me closer in the backseat of your Rover That I know you can't afford Bite that tattoo on your shoulder Pull the sheets right off the corner Of the mattress that you stole From your roommate back in Boulder We

It ain't right, babe, no It ain't right, no no Mama, don't do that you know It ain't right, yeah, boy boy. It ain't right, yeah, boy boy. All the "bad boys" want some brawl, it's tricky And girls enjoy, they feel so lucky Laughing at weeds running out

Alright alright Financially, I'm a pauper, But when it comes to lovin I'm alright. I'm not in a position to maintain you, The way that you're accustomed to, Can't take you out to fancy places, Like other fellows that I know can do, I'm only able to