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.