Letters to the IRS

He said I told you I was workin' late girl you just didn't hear me She's a coworker of mine who just happens to sit near me So boy, what's that fake nail in your car? That bill for cosmos from the bar? When you and I both know you drink straight whiskey He said it's a full moon baby It always makes you crazy Oh, I'll show you crazy I wrote a letter to the IRS told 'em you don't pay your taxes Sent a message on instagram now I'm friends with all your exes And you might think I'm losin' it well maybe But you ain't seen nothing yet I'll show you crazy He said that he was outta town bad service at his hotel But he swiped right on my fake account Now he's got a hot date with himself How many girls have lost their minds Looking for clues like the FBI Tryna find out if you're hooking up with someone else I told the pastor at your church you got a drinkin' problem I changed all your passwords, good luck tryna solve 'em And you might think I'm losin' it well maybe But you ain't seen nothing yet I'll show you crazy He said why you being so crazy Oh I'll show you crazy I wrote your number on the men's room stall and said call me for a good time Hit the bank and blew it all high rolling in Vegas on your dime And you might think I'm losin' it well maybe But you ain't seen nothing yet I'll show you crazy And you might think I'm losin' it well maybe But you ain't seen nothing yet I'll show you crazy No you ain't seen nothing yet I'll show you crazy