If I could go back to the day we met, I probably would stay in bed. You run your mouth all over town. This one goes out to the sound of breaking glass on my Range Rover. Pay me back or girl it's over, All the presents I would send, fuck my friends behind my shoulder. Next time ima stay asleep. I pray the soul to keep. And you got me thinkin lately, bitch you crazy. And nothin's ever good enough. I wrote a little song for ya. It go like do, re, mi, fa so freaking done with you girl.