Uh, they let me in it (In it) I'm like hold up, wait a minute (Minute) They be like, "Oh, that's Melly, yeah, the menace" (Okay) I be like, "No, lil' bitch" (No, lil' bitch) Suck on it slow, lil' bitch (Suck on it slow) Fuck on the floor, lil' bitch

I ain't livin' right (uh) I ain't livin' right (yeah) I ain't livin' right, uh, I ain't livin' right (yeah) And they put away my problems I don't sell drugs, I cop em' I be living life all wrong I ain't livin' right (yah, ohh) I need therapy, I'm going

Dropped out, then I got rich (Yeah) Dropped out, then I put a Patek on my wrist (Brrr) Dropped out, for my teacher 'cause she ain't shit (Huh) Dropped out, spent a half a million on my whip (Yeah, ooh) Dropped out, and I ain't never had a job (Wow)

Oh we should sky, sky, sky, skydive, uh I just hope that you sure, uh And I pray we secured, oh yeah High, high, high, high tides, uh You can never be sure, uh I just hope we mean more Life, life, life, life, life They told me don't jump with no plan, mhm

Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah, uh! For too long, for too long Oh yeah yeah 'Cause you make me feel like, I've been locked out of heaven Yeah you make me feel like, I've been locked out of heaven 'Cause your sex takes me to paradise Yeah your sex takes me to

Your lover for life So take me I'm your prisoner Will you sentence me I'm your prisoner Hey yeah baby hoo boy yeah oh baby I hope you realize baby Just what you mean to me (uh)

Now if you came with ya man, leave 'em over there Yeah, it's a jungle out here (watch out) Now we can keep it in the club, or we can leave Ooh, girl I want you to shake, shake, shake, shake, shake What your mama gave ya (uh huh) Come on ooh, sexy thang

I don't know about you but I'm feeling 22 It feels like one of those nights It feels like one of those nights uh uh It's miserable and magical oh yeah You don't know about me, but I bet you want to It seems like one of those nights Everything will be

Against me ('gainst me) Don't hold it against me ('gainst me) Can't hold it against me ('gainst me) To my women with the utmost respect, intellect Yeah, yeah, ay, huh Da da, da da, oh yeah, uh I should've listen to my intuition

I'm gonna dance on broken glass Ey, on broken glass And I'm gonna make that ceiling crash (uh) That ceiling crash So what? Still got knives in my back So what? So I'm tied to the tracks And here I go, here I go (Ooh, ooh, ooh) yeah here I go, here I go