BuStEd

I heard you tell your friends
That you've got it like that
You know that you can have me
Just as soon as you want me back

And you know the sad thing is...
Yeah that used to be true
But I think I need to take back my pride
And tell you that I'm through

You know that I'm in love
And you're starting to take advantage
So get your hands off my money
I'm no longer your f*cking santa

I'm tired of giving you
Whatever it is you want
You've always got new kicks
For you to go and flaunt

You always ask your boys
If they like your new clothes
But do they know I bought 'em
Because your pathetic *ss is broke

Did you tell 'em that your cell
It's listed in my name
I'm the one that pays the bill
Because you sucha f*cking lame

Did you tell 'em about your gun
The one you say you copped
But little do they know
It's the one I got

Everything you have
And everything you are
Is because of me
Because I work so f*cking hard

I'm the only reason
That you got out of jail
I was the one in court
Who posted up your bail

I was the one that was there
To talk to you on the phone
Because when you got locked up
You realized your friends left you alone

But you tell me I don't care
That I don't do anything for you
So just keep telling yourself that
When I keep repeating that we're through