May 2011
I wanna hold you tightly but instead you wanna fight me So why let it stress and aggravate me Instead I'd rather break hope you don't hate me You tell me that you love me but your lyin' Fighting back
Fuck what I said it don't mean shit now Fuck the presents might as well throw 'em out Fuck all those kisses, they didn't mean jack Fuck you, you hoe, I don't want you back
Shawty's like a melody in my head That I can't keep out Got me singin' like Na na na na everyday It's like my iPod stuck on replay