Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song By Myself, artist - Nancy Wilson.
Date of issue: 31.08.1968
Song language: English
By Myself |
You know how to pull my chain |
And I believe every word you say |
But now it’s time for you to say goodbye |
Baby, I’m leaving, so don’t you cry |
I tried to make things work |
But now you’re gone and your heart got hurt |
Well you thought I belonged to you |
But you were wrong, so now what ya gon' do? |
Bad by myself |
I can do bad, bad by my damn self |
I can do bad by myself |
Yo I done it before and I can do it again |
Sure don’t need you to be my man |
Don’t come bangin' on my door |
Now you’re gone, I don’t want you anymore |
There is no reason for you to come around |
So won’t ya step off so I don’t have to break it down |
I know what I’m doin' now |
You think you’re gonna change my mind somehow |
You cheated me now I’m cheatin' back uhh |
I run the show and you can kiss my (you know the rest) |
Yo, Left Eye, what it is? |
My soda crack, my ackra back ya know |
«T» To da «B» to da «O» to Da «Z» and C-H-I wit da double L-I |
(So yo how’s ya livin'?) |
I was givin' a nigga piece of time |
But my time can’t be wasted on B. S |
Ahh so never mind |
Bad by myself |
I can do bad, bad by my damn self |
I can do bad by myself |
Yo, I done it before and I can do it again |
Sure don’t need you to be my man |
Yo, I can do bad all by myself |
I sho' don’t need you or anyone else |
I ain’t gonna be a fool no more |
Better take that mess on out the door |
Tried to ruin my world |
Tried to run my life |
Must be crazy thinkin' I’m your wife |
Yo, I done it before and I can do it again |
Sho don’t need you to be my man |
Yep, yep (hey) get, get up on the TLC tip |
Yep, yep (hey) get, get up on the TLC tip |
Yep, yep (hey) get, get up on the TLC tip |
Yep, yep (hey) get, get up on the TLC tip |
Bad by myself (I-I can do bad!) |
I can do bad, bad by my damn self (Ohhh oh I’m bad) |
I can do bad by myself (Ooooh!) |
Yo, I done it before and I can do it again |
Sure don’t need you to be my man |
Yo if Peter Piper was to pick ya know a peck o' pickled peppers Gave his girly |
little Shirley half a peck |
He coulda kept her but instead da pickle head |
Was kicked out da waterbed |
And greedy Petey now is needy cuz not one was all he left her |
Oooooooh I’m sayin' it once and not twice |
Givin' advice to be nice before you fall through the ice |
Cuz lately you been slippin' up a lot |
Not even givin' half o' what you got |
But it’s about that time you gave a quarter for a dime |
Shovel up and start diggin' to see what you can find |
Oh zero then take a trip to ya closet |
And come forth wit that security deposit |
So like it or leave it but until I receive it |
I’ll be leavin' my deposit elsewhere |
You best believe it |
And that way we can both take a trip |
Oooh on the TLC tip |
Now that’s the one |