Looking at my watch, he should have been home
Today I regret the time that I wrote her that song
He always got them ****ing excuses
I pray to the Lord (not Gloria) you reveal what his truth is
Let's have a toast to the good life
BTGOG before you see this tear fall down my eyes
Big Orlo bout to grow up
Me and my unemployed friends bout to stroll up
I see Regina in the corner
She's sneaking out the back door
He only want me when I'm not there
He better call Sally with the latino hair
He better call Sally with the latino hair
