You don't like me I don't like you Middle fingers up Get the-get the fuck up Middle fingers up Crack it, crack it, crack it Put your fists up Crack it, crack it Ooh-oh-oh-oh-oh!

Your medication makes me high Just be patient I'm like a patient trying to find Run your fingers down my spine And I say to myself, what a wonderful herb

I'm holdin', cock back nigga move slow You notice, niggaz snitchin' for the po po The moment, squeeze the trigga of the fo fo I'm frozen, neck, wrist, fingers no joke Go get your ratchet, my homie, we not havin' that Get 'em in the club when that shit

What's yours is mine and what's mine is mine too If you shake my hand better count your fingers What if I do get caught? What if there is no judgment? If I'm right I lose nothing, if you're right I lose it all I ought to get caught because I'm doing

No use old girl You may as well surrender Your hopes are getting slender Why won't somebody send a tender blue boy To cheer up little girl blue Sit there and count your fingers What can you do Old girl you're through Just sit there and count your little

Inside my head You're inside my head What do you want from me? Now you got me You won't let go It won't let go Now my fingers bleed Now they're staring at me I'm a coward now

You know hearts don't break around here Oh we're in love aren't we? Hands in your hair, fingers and thumbs baby I feel safe when you're holding me near Love the way that you conquer your fear That every night I'll kiss you you'll say in my ear Every

The medicine you crave is overrated Throw it away, throw it away, your world's in disarray Carried away, carried away, oh what a mess you've made Throw it away, throw it away Glass half-empty, fingers numb and cold Nothing's easy when you've lost control

I find the map and draw a straight line Over rivers, farms, and state lines The distance from me to where you'd be It's only finger-lengths that I see I touch the place where I'd find your face My fingers in creases of distant dark places I hang my coat

I said, hey, girl with one eye Get your filthy fingers out of my pie I'll cut your little heart out 'cause you made me cry You made me cry That's the price she'll pay She told me not to step on the cracks I told her not to fuss and relax Pretty little