Babe, that being your friend thing doesn't work, doesn't work
I can fake it, but I can't handle it, can't handle it
are you going to put up with that motherf*cker?
Here he comes with red eyes again
And it's not because he's smoking, I know that it's because of him
I know that it's ironic, I hate him for touching your skin
But when I see him with you I want to be him
Why do you stay with that d*ckhead?
He's not your owner, that he doesn't boss you
You stay there because of that reflection
But your ass was too big for him
Because he will be the one that breaks the plates
But I'm the one that answers you
And I'm not a thug like before anymore
But if he gets dumb, let him suck it up
And if on a plane he comes back and controls you
I'm hitting the street with the pistol and all
are you going to put up with that motherf*cker?
Here he comes with red eyes again
And it's not because he's smoking, I know that it's because of him
I know that it's ironic, I hate him for touching your skin
But when I see him with you I want to be him
Here he comes with red eyes again
And it's not because he's smoking, I know that it's because of him
I know that it's ironic, I hate him for touching your skin
But when I see him with you I want to be him