Well honey, I've been so sick, so sad
Whenever I'm happy it makes you mad
I hope your ass breaks out in a rash
You remind me of my deadbeat dad

Fuck off! Go away!
Yeah, fuck off!
Yeah yeah, (yeah)

Well honey, I've been so sick, so sad
Whenever I'm happy it makes you mad
I hope your ass breaks out in a rash
You remind me of my deadbeat dad

You broke, you ain't no good for me at all
I wrote this, 'cause I feel ten feet tall
I know you don't ever wanna see me ball
Ice cold, in a coat, baby I won't thaw
Okay, baby I'm gonna be alright
No way, you ain't even my, in' type
Olay, did me dirty, ain't leave no wipes
No way, tell the truth, won't believe no lies
Both ways, I was blind, ain't seen no signs
Okay, baby, I'm gonna

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Jesse Wendell Mapson, Tierra Sharday Whack-Welton