But get it while you're here boy, cause all that hype don't feel the same next year boy.
Count my own money, see the paper cut fingers?
Wrong way down a one-way, women don't get saved 'round me even on a Sunday.
Bad decisions, good intentions.
Sittin there wishin their problems became ours, cause we have nothin in common since I done became star.
I never cheated, for the record, back when I was with you. But you believed in everything but me girl, I don't get you