Hey…
Hey, Hey…
Oh let me know, let me know, let me know, there she go…
They knew I was gangsta, when I hit the door
I was hurting them baby, it was pitiful
Everything I was doing, was their favorite thing
What’s your number, what’s your name — like, all night long
They on
But I’m long gone, at home with the vibrate on…my phone
Because I rather be left alone…a-lone
Got no money for Spirits, so I contemplate
Gonna drink me some water, and get over it
Plus I’m running a fever, cause I’m getting sick
Of what’s your number, what’s your name, like all night long
They on
But I’m long gone, at home with the vibrate on…my phone
Cause I rather be left alone…all night long
They on
But I’m long gone, at home with the vibrate on…my phone
Cause I rather be left alone…oh
Wanna be, wanna be, wanna be, wanna be… (x5)
My pistol is loaded, and my tank is full
My cup runneth over, I’m in Hollywood
It’s 2 in the morning, just another day, for what’s your number, what’s your name
Damn, all night long
They On
But I’m long gone, at home with the vibrate on…my phone
Cause I rather be left alone…

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