Friday night you and your boys went out to eat
Then they hung out
But you came home around three
Yes you did
If six of y'all went out
Then four of you are really cheap
Cuz only two of you had dinner
I found your credit card receipt

It's not right, but it's ok
I'm gonna make it anyway
Pack your bags, up and leave
Don't you dare [bad word] back to me

It's not right, but it's ok
I'm gonna make it anyway
Close the door behind you, leave your key
I'd rather be alone than unhappy

I pack a bag so you can leave town for a week, yes I am
The phone rings and then you look at me
You said it was one of your friends
Down on 54th street, boy
So why did 213 show up on your caller ID

I've been through all of this before
Don't think about it, don't think about it
They gon' get yours
Things are gonna change, baby
You don't stand a chance, boy
Don't you turn around
There's no more tears left here for you to see

Was it really worth you going out like that
Tell me boy
See I'm moving on
And I refuse to turn back
See all of this time
I thought I had somebody down for Whitney
It turns out you were making a fool of me,