Why you always all on my back
Why you gotta do me like that
Why you gotta act like a bitch
when I'm with you
Baby girl I'm blue
Because you treat me like shit
I paid for the bed
and never even slept in it
I paid for that crib
I never stepped foot in
And now somebody else
is eating all the pudding
Things change
now my dashboard wooden
All black Benz
like a young Doc Gooden
Dark shades
'cause I'm stone crazy
Girl we grown
stop playin' on my phone baby
All your childish attempts
to make me angry fall short
Which only fuels the rage you have
because you have nothing
Understandable I'm shinin' brilliant
with five Brazilians
There were times
I used to hide my feelings
Now I'm butt naked in the Lamborghini
And motherfuckers can't see me
Wait 'til this chick see me on TV
I make the shit look easy
Who would've thought
I hit you right back
Why you always all on my back
Why you gotta do me like that
Why you gotta act like a bitch
when I'm with you
Yeah baby girl I'm blue
So many women
wanna call me baby
And you wonder
why the fuck that I ain't
call you lately
Some would say that
I'm the symbol for sex and uh
Others would hate
but I don't give 'em no breath
Go on a date I'm at the crib
with the chef and uh
That's me
and you could order whatever
The specialty is white snake
and underwear sauce
You could probably catch me somewhere
where the sun is next
And I understand
that's only 'cause I'm popular
I'm getting topped off
in the front row of the opera
As Bocelli sings the celly rings
I gotta go
You'll never know
how good it feels
to lay in bed with king
I'm not exactly flawless
but I'm gorgeous
just like a horse is
I know the thought of me succeeding
makes a lot of people nauseous
Still I'm on the back of the boat
taking pictures with the swordfish
Why you always all on my back
Why you gotta do me like that
Why you gotta act like a bitch
when I'm with you
Baby girl I'm blue
I hope you get a paper cut
on your tongue
From a razor in a paper cup
I hope every soda you drink
already shaken up
I hope your dreams dry like
raisins in the baking sun
I hope your titties are all saggy
in your early twenties
I hope there's always snow in your driveway
I hope you never get off Fridays
And you work at a Friday's
that's always busy on Fridays
I hope you win the lottery
and lose your ticket
I hope it's Ben and Socrates
poop all up in your kitchen
I hope the zipper on your
jacket get stuck
And your headphones short
and your charger don't work
And you spill shit on your shirt
I hope your tears don't hurt
and I can smile in your face
Cut my losses how Delilah
changed my locks to a fade
I hope you happy
I hope you happy
I hope you ruined this shit
for a reason
I hope you happy
Why you always all on my back
Why you gotta do me like that
Why you gotta act like a bitch
when I'm with you
Baby girl I'm blue
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