Hey, ho, whoa, whoa, whoa

Hey, hey, ha, ah-ah, ah-ah

Yeah

I like to think about the aftermath

When everybody in the world walks just like this

Man, you have to laugh

Ha ha

I'd like to dedicate this to myself

When everybody in the world talks just like this

You don't have no one else

Blah, blah, blah

And when I think about you, bless your heart

With everybody on your back, tryna tell you how to act, so you dress the part

Ha ha

I only think about you half the time

We get to bringing up the past

I be running out of laughs and I have to cry

Cry

My feet, both my feet, both hurt

From walking away

Feet, both my feet, both hurt

From walking away