I don't know who the hell you think you're messing with

Get the fuck outta my house with that shit

Get the fuck out of my life with that shit

I don't know who the hell you think you're messing with

Get the fuck outta my house with that shit

Get the fuck out of my life with that shit

You smell like perfume that I didn't purchase

Now I know why you've been closing the curtains, ah

Get the fuck out of my house

You're coming around

With your muddy feet

I'm about to something about it

Yeah, I'ma have to do something 'bout it

You keep coming round

With your muddy feet

And I'ma have to do something about it

Yeah, I'm about to do something about it

Back and forth, always questioning my questioning

Get the fuck out of my head with that shit

Get the fuck out of my bed with that shit

You watered the weeds and you killed all the roses

Worthy arrives when the other door closes, ah

So get the fuck out of my house with that shit

You're coming around

With your muddy feet

I'm about to do something about it

Yeah, I'ma have to do something 'bout it

And I don't know who you're messing with

Yeah, I'ma have to do something 'bout it

I'm about to do something about it

Whoa

Whoa

Whoa

You're coming around

Whoa

You're coming around, baby

The fuck out of my house with that shit