I am not a child now I can take care of myself I mustn't let them down now Mustn't let them see me cry I'm fine, I'm fine I'm too tired to listen I'm
Pedi That's my attitude Yeah, that's my attitude Yeah, that's my attitude And I feel like I'm the shit Yeah, that's my attitude Yeah, that's my attitude
back that lovin' feelin' Whoa, that lovin feelin' Bring back that lovin' feelin' Now its gone, gone, gone Bring back that lovin' feelin' Whoa, that lovin feelin' Bring back that
something that i like (ooooh, now break it down like) She's got that something, shes got that something... that i like (uh, say it again like) She's got that something, shes got that
Uh oh, Uh oh, uh oh oh Oo, Oo, Oo, Oo, Oo, Oo, Oo That girl, that girl, that girl This boy, That Girl, This boy, That girl, This boy, That girl
do and ... If you're not relatin its hard not to hate them don't care what they're saying I ain't changing That ain't classy that ain't classy that ain't classy that
barely escaped with my life So go on say what you wanna say And save me from this misery 'Cause I know what you're getting at And I've been there and done that
can make it If you tell me that you love me yeah And tell me that I take your breath away And maybe if you take one more So tell me that you love me
too damn long (OH THAT'S CRAZY) And I know if ya scared bring that tired ass home (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Oh, man ya know that's crazy (OH THAT'S CRAZY) I need
calm? (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Happy, smiley, I killed them with the charm (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Yeah, looked like it wasn't nuttin' wrong (OH THAT'S CRAZY) That
work that thang Make a niga wanna hurt that thang Stop frontin' ma and do dat dance Make yo knees touch ya elbows and do dat dere What you got there bend over show that
world know I need, a girl that'll curl my toes for me How you want that, tell me, how you want that? How you want that, tell me, how you want that?
That should be me holding your hand That should be me making you laugh That should be me, this is so sad That should be me, that should be me That
hot for you to leave her Who's that chick? Who's that chick? Who's that chick? Who's that chick? Who's that chick? Who's that chick? Back on the dance
had no idea what ya dealing with something on some of this realest sh-t something, something yeah. thats my b-tch thats my bitch sh-shorty right there thats my bitch thats
prints on the front steps are mine Up those stairs in that little back bedroom Is where I did my homework and I learned to play guitar And I bet you didn't know under that
This might be the heartache that don't stop hurting That just keeps working on me That just keeps picking on me And these might be the tears that keep on falling That
