Can I hit you later?
‘Cause it’s my jam.
Rollin’ in my beat up,
Gold Trans Am.
Sorry, I can’t hear you,
And I got plans.
You won’t get me naked,
You had your chance.
I know I said I wouldn’t,
Talk about you publicly but,
That was before I caught you,
Lyin’ and cheating on me, slut!
I was down for you hardcore,
While you were out trying to score,
Found out you’re full of it,
I’m over it, so suck my dick.
I heard our song on the radio,
And I see your face everywhere I go,
I thought I’d call just to let you know,
I’ve been thinking of you,
Thinking of you, ooh-ooh.
But now my song’s on the radio,
And you see my face everywhere you go,
So I’ve got your message,
Are you having fun,
With your fugly girlfriend?
I’ve moved on.
Gotta get to stage,
In a brand new city,
Gettin’ laid.
Oh! Heard our song on the radio,
