Hey pretty boy, you ain't got nothing on me.
I feel it all day smiles without sincerity, your style isn't appealing.
Outside, you're a tough gangster boy. But at home, you're a broke mama's boy.
Wake up, I've won the game. Put some effort into it.
More like a man, more with personality.
For some time, I really loved you. But from now on, do as you care. I'm going to stop caring.
And baby boy, your tempo is so much more boring than you think.
