[hook: action bronson]
Why you always all on my back?
Why you gotta do me like that?
Why you gotta act like a bitch
When I'm with you?
Baby girl I'm blue

Verse 1: action [bronson]
Because you treat me like shit
I paid for the bed and never even slept in it
I paid for that crib I never stepped foot in
And now somebody else is eating all the pudding
Things change, now my dashboard wooden
All black benz, like a young doc gooden
Dark shades, cause I'm stone crazy
Girl, we grown,
Stop playing on my phone, baby
All your childish attempts
To make me angry fall short
Which only fuels the rage you have,
Because you have nothing
Understandable,
I'm shining brilliant with five brazilians
There were times
I used to hide my feelings
Now I'm butt naked in the lamborghini
And motherfuckers can't see me
Wait 'til this chick see me on tv,
I make the shit look easy
Who would've thought I hit you right back?

[hook]
Why you always all on my back?
Why you gotta do me like that?
Why you gotta act like a bitch
When I'm with you?
Baby girl I'm blue

[verse 2: action bronson]
So many women wanna call me baby
And you wonder why the fuck
That I ain't call you lately
Some would say
That I'm the symbol for sex and uh
Others would hate,
But I don't give 'em no breath
Go on a date, I'm at the crib
With the chef and uh, that's me
And you could order whatever
The specialty is white snake
And underwear sauce
You could probably catch me
Somewhere where the sun is next
And I understand
That's only cause I'm popular
I'm getting topped off
In the front row of the opera
As bocelli sings the celly rings
I gotta go, you'll never know
How good it feels to lay in bed with king
I'm not exactly flawless,
But I'm gorgeous, just like a horse is
I know the thought of me succeeding
Makes a lot of people nauseous
Still I'm on the back of the boat
Taking pictures with the swordfish

[hook]
Why you always all on my back?
Why you gotta do me like that?
Why you gotta act like a bitch
When I'm with you?
Baby girl I'm blue

[verse 3: chance the rapper]
I hope you get a paper cut
On your tongue
From a razor in a paper cup
I hope every soda you drink already shaken up
I hope your dreams dry
Like raisins in the baking sun
I hope your titties
All saggy in your early 20's
I hope there's always snow in your driveway
I hope you never get off fridays
And you work at a friday's
That's always busy on fridays
I hope you win the lottery and lose your ticket
I hope it's ben and socrates
Poop all up in your kitchen
I hope the zipper on your jacket get stuck
And your headphones short,
And your charger don't work
And you spill shit on your shirt
I hope your tears don't hurt,
And I can smile in your face
Cut my losses,
How delilah changed my locks to a fade
I hope you happy, I hope you happy
I hope you ruined this shit for a reason
I hope you happy, igh!

[hook]
Why you always all on my back?
Why you gotta do me like that?
Why you gotta act like a bitch
When I'm with you?
Baby girl I'm blue