| First of all you a banger, straight up and down
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| Im seeing minks on your hangers
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| I know your mama told you dont talk to strangers
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| That leads to dangerous situations but I cant be patient
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| You need communication, appreciation
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| Respecting your style instead of talking all wild
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| One smile you daydreaming of walking the aisle
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| In the water bed rolling around in the money pile
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| Baby, my format is not to be a doormat
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| But I still pull your chair out at the table and all that
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| Touch your back softly whatever it cost me
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| Time, money, and energy, you will remember me
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| Gotta change my answering machine, now that I’m alone
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| 'Cuz right now it says that we, can’t come to the phone
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| And I know it makes no sense, 'cuz you walked out the door
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| But it’s the only way I hear your voice anymore
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| (It's ridiculous)
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| It’s been months
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| And for some reason I just
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| (Can't get over us)
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| And I’m stronger than this
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| (Enough is enough)
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| No more walkin 'round
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| With my head down
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| I’m so over being blue
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| Cryin' over you
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| And I’m so sick of love songs, so tired of tears
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| So done with wishing you were still here
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| Said I’m so sick of love songs so sad and slow
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| So why can’t I turn off the radio?
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| Gotta fix that calendar I have
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| That’s marked July 15th
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| Because since there’s no more you
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| There’s no more anniversary
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| I’m so fed up with my thoughts of you
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| And your memory
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| And how every song reminds me
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| Of what used to be
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| That’s the reason I’m so sick of love songs, so tired of tears
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| So done with wishing you were still here
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| Said I’m so sick of love songs so sad and slow
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| So why can’t I turn off the radio? |
| Oh
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| (Leave me alone)
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| Leave me alone
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| (Stupid love songs)
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| Don’t make me think about her smile
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| Or having my first child
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| I’m letting go, turning off the radio
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| I’ma keep you equipped in all of the best whips
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| Pay attention to detail even your lipstick
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| Give compliments when your pedicures switch
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| When we’re on the mattress you won’t care if I’m rich
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| I’ll love you deeply, whisper sweetly
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| Even when you critique me you could still reach me
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| Beats me why you sweeter than a peach be
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| One bite and love sugar for the whole night
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| You’ll be aight, you rolling with the Elvis of rap
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| Come on move your pelvis and throw it back
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| I know it’s forward and it sounds a little blunt
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| But love, money, respect, whatever, pick what you want
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| That’s the reason I’m so sick of love songs, so tired of tears
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| So done with wishing she was still here
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| Said I’m so sick of love songs so sad and slow
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| So why can’t I turn off the radio?
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| (Why can’t I turn off the radio?)
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| Said I’m so sick of love songs, so tired of tears
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| So done with wishing she was still here
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| Said I’m so sick of love songs so sad and slow
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| Why can’t I turn off the radio?
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| (Why can’t I turn off the radio?)
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| And I’m so sick of love songs, so tired of tears
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| So done with wishing you were still here
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| Said I’m so sick of love songs so sad and slow
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| Why can’t I turn off the radio?
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| (Why can’t I turn off the radio?)
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| Why can’t I turn off the radio? |