I know what to do to make you mad

Tire smoke and high designer bags

Always poppin pills and skipping class

Pretty boy remind you of your past

True Religion blue is on my ass

I know what to do to make you mad

Everybody single in their bag

I try, I try, I try

I lied, I lied, I lied

I-

You always think that Savy up to something

I hope it works out for the both of us

I really hope you fucking choke on something

You never were the type to hold your bluff

And to think that I was told you loved me

I'm really bad at getting over stuff

A couple months, and it was all for nothing

My mama said I wasn't old enough

What's the point in 'growin old with someone?

I know what to do to make you mad

Tire smoke and high designer bags

Always 'poppin pills and skipping class

Pretty boy remind you of your past

True Religion blue is on my ass

I know what to do to make you mad

Everybody single in their bag

I try, I try, I try

I lied, I lied, I lied

I-