Y'all know what time it is, just leave a message. Hi sweetie, it's me. Remember, your girlfriend? You know, the one that you fuck from time to time? I call you, I email you, I paid you, and yet no phone call back. Why is it that I don't get a phone call? Let's think, that goddamn music of yours, that's why. That comes first, not me. I know we've had this argument time and time again for some odd reasons over the past... How many years have we been together? Music still comes first to you. Where do I fit in? Where am I in? Dealing with the drama in your life. Pressure from your queen. Holding me to leave. You can leave now. Be alright. Drama queen. Dealing with the drama in your life. Pressure from your queen. Holding me. Follow my lead. Be alright. Drama queen. Giving a man. Best of the sex. Worst of the stress. Half of the love. Half respect. Overstand your emotional moods. It's a blank when it comes to my technical ways. Getting bank. First message on my cell. Daddy, please come home. Second message. Daddy, please. I don't want to be alone. Third message. I know you fucking them bitches out there. Fourth message. When you get home, I won't be here. Lady, giving me drama more than my soul can accommodate. Watch your shit, miss. I need some time away. A little liquor, I'm. A little drunk, I'm. Gonna wash away the way you front. When you know I spend a lot, right? Hit your spot, right? Split your back, right? Even lick your cat, right? Fucking with you. Spectacular brain. End of the game. I'll probably be shackled and chained. Drama queen. Love. Life. You're holding me too tight. And if you up and leave, you're still gonna be alright. Love. Life. You're holding me too tight. And if you up and leave, you're still gonna be alright. You made me hit you once and kick you out four times. And you're still in my two-way looking for a lemon. Stay giving me hell when all I want is peace. Pussy in progress to make our little shacks a kill. So state to state, smuggling two winches into studios just to cut the dope deal. You stand on my moves when you got your heels. Dead center on my back. Bitch, get off me. You want a nine-to-five, monotypical Joe. Well, I'm a 12-to-12 stereo extraordinary. Stay with your hands on my face, which makes it very difficult not to reflect. Picture me on a sauce cover. I turn to smile, big head and peaceful rap. It goes wild. We at it again. It ain't gonna end. My niggas whispering it must be the sex. She my drama queen. Love. Life. You're holding me too tight. And if you hope and leave, you're still gonna be all right. Love. Life. You're holding me too tight. And if you hope and leave, you're still gonna be all right. Got to change the way. Got to change the way this. Got to change the way it's going down. Got to change the way this. Got to change the way. Got to change the way it's going down. Got to change the way. Got to change the way this. Got to change the way. Got to change the way this. Got to change the way. Got to change. Got to change the way it's going down. It's going down. It's going down. Love. Dealing with the drama in your life. Pressure from the queen. You're holding me too. Leave. You can leave now. Be all right. Love. Dealing with the drama in your life. Pressure from the queen. You're holding me too tight. And if you hope and leave, you're still gonna be all right. Dealing with the drama in your, pressure from the queen. Yeah, you can leave now. You can leave now. I'm gonna be all right. Dealing with the drama in your, pressure from the queen. You're holding me too tight. And if you hope and leave, you're still gonna be all right. You know what? You're probably there right now. You just got those goddamn headphones on. And you can't hear me. I'm tired of this. I'm telling you this. I'm really fucking tired of it. I don't like coming second to music. OK?