You'll probably hear this when you're drunk or when you're stoned.

You'll probably hear this in the backseat of your homegirls car when it comes on.

(I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone)

(I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone)

What did it take?

A couple of weeks or a couple of days?

This isn't a race. Why are you all in my face?

Why are you all on the gram with a man who could never replace me? Why are you shading? You throw that shit like you're Brady. You do it all just to faze me, Bitch you crazy, on the daily.

I hope you learned your lesson.

I hope I taught you well.

Girl, you should count your blessings.

I hope you never fail.

And when you turn this on,

I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone