You get so lucky
It makes you act quite mean
You hear a lot of voices
So it's hard to sip your tea yeah

It was my advice to you
At each [bad word] path
Did i said i was afraid for you
I thought they would kick your [bad word] honey

Gone gone the messenger's gone
The good lady and the doctor's son
So don't treat your body this way

And I bet you'd kill your momma next pay day,
Next pay day

Shining sunglasses
Red [bad word] on her chin
Do you need another daddy
I was the one who turned him in honey

Is not your dreariness
That lets this good girl know
What new ugliness
Caused the baby to explode honey

Gone gone the messenger's gone
The good lady and the doctor's son
So don't treat your body this way

I bet you'd kill your momma next pay day,
Next pay day,next pay day