| Yeah | 
| Right here? | 
| Fight just to fuck just to fight again | 
| World War III justified in bed | 
| Mess me up, now we ain’t even friends | 
| But the truth is I’m kind of tired of | 
| Pretending that I was the guilty one | 
| I wasn’t feeling up no one but you, yeah | 
| Lessons that I just can’t seem to learn | 
| I never thought you’d leave me two for two again | 
| Lights out, strike out, I doubt | 
| You’ll ever find anyone | 
| These bitches can’t measure up no | 
| Lights out, strike out, I doubt | 
| You’ll ever find anyone | 
| These bitches can’t measure up | 
| To my ankles | 
| Levels? | 
| Na | 
| Levels? | 
| Na | 
| Ankles | 
| These bitches don’t make it to my ankles | 
| Levels? | 
| Na | 
| Levels? | 
| Na | 
| Ankles | 
| Strippers and liquor and cigarettes | 
| Apologized but your Twitter said, «No regrets.» | 
| I’d kill for a mute button in my head | 
| You are right but I’m tired of | 
| Pretending that I was the guilty one | 
| I wasn’t feeling up no one but you yeah | 
| Lessons that I just can’t seem to learn | 
| I never thought you’d leave me two for two again | 
| Lights out, strike out, I doubt | 
| You’ll ever find anyone | 
| These bitches can’t measure up | 
| Lights out, strike out, I doubt | 
| You’ll ever find anyone | 
| These bitches can’t measure up | 
| To my ankles (Period) | 
| Levels? | 
| Na | 
| Levels? | 
| Na | 
| Ankles (No, they don’t) | 
| These bitches don’t make it to my ankles (Nah, nah, nah) | 
| Levels? | 
| Na | 
| Levels? | 
| Na | 
| Ankles | 
| Two feet, you’re shallow, too real | 
| I know too well | 
| Backwoods, you’re high | 
| Backwards, two feet | 
| Shallow, too real | 
| I know two steps | 
| Backwoods, you’re high | 
| Backwards boy | 
| OK |