The way it goes down
I know that you'll be back again
The way it goes down
I know that you'll be back again

Looking back at my ass
Moving on on my own, on my own, on my own
On my own, on my own, on my own
Some places I simply don't belong

I'm not your little candy store, yeah
I'm not the one you wanna talk to in the morning
I got bad news
I got bad news
But it's so true
I got bad news
I got bad news
But it's so true

You know
When your friend hits your phone asking if you're okay
And you're absolutely not
What do you say?
"I'm okay, it's fine, " but it's really not
Yeah, I'm super hot

Watch all these bitches give me props when the casket drops
Watch all these bitches give me props when the casket drops
All these bitches on my, uh, when I'm up in the spot
Watch these bitches give me props when the casket drops

The way it goes down
I know that you'll be back again
The way it goes down
I know that you'll be back again