I don't know who the hell you think you're messing with
Get the fuck outta my house with that shit
Get the fuck out of my life with that shit
I don't know who the hell you think you're messing with

Get the fuck outta my house with that shit
Get the fuck out of my life with that shit
You smell like perfume that I didn't purchase
Now I know why you've been closing the curtains, ah

Get the fuck out of my house
You're coming around
With your muddy feet
I'm about to something about it

Yeah, I'ma have to do something 'bout it
You keep coming round
With your muddy feet
And I'ma have to do something about it

Yeah, I'm about to do something about it
Back and forth, always questioning my questioning
Get the fuck out of my head with that shit
Get the fuck out of my bed with that shit

You watered the weeds and you killed all the roses
Worthy arrives when the other door closes, ah
So get the fuck out of my house with that shit
You're coming around

With your muddy feet
I'm about to do something about it
Yeah, I'ma have to do something 'bout it
And I don't know who you're messing with

Yeah, I'ma have to do something 'bout it
I'm about to do something about it
Whoa
Whoa

Whoa
You're coming around
Whoa
You're coming around, baby

The fuck out of my house with that shit