feel so good, why you so mad?And I'm so

I hit ya later? 'Cause this my jamRollin' in

Leigh-Anne, All, up in the morning feelin' like P.

have a heart, I swear I doBut just not,

control my heartSo don't be an evil motherfuckerYou know I'm

met you when you were drunkYou thought "we just

can't boy, I just can't wait for history

were all born to loveNot afraid to die for

Two, three, you'll be crawling though myGo and find yourself a

so pathetic, don't know what to do(Oh-ah-ah-oh, oh-ah-ah)'Cause now

the way that it wasHeart’s spokenWords brokenThe love that we

Sean Foreman & first kiss went a little like

whoa, oh ohWhoa, whoa, oh on the street,

I’m superstitious, I’m scared to deathSo I’m superstitious, holding my breathAnd

with your paki selfAnd fat neck havin’ ass that you

Some like to call names, some like to divideYou don’t need

up in the morning feelin' like P. Diddy (Hey,

(Music)(Music)(Music)(Music)(Music)(Power off)There's a place downtown where the freaks all come aroundIt's

you, without-thout-out yaWithout you, withoutWithout you, without-thout-out yaWithout you, without

call me the princess of naughty influencesMy mind a