Hmm One year later, one year younger A year ago you almost lost her But she's back, she is back Cut her hair, changed a life or two No money could ever sharpen a knife like time can do She's coming for you And you call her a bitch when she tells whatever you did Crying that the rumors ain't legit How you really can't live like this Stop doing mad things Just to get mad when sad violins play in the back 'Cause you've been bad and now you're sad that people talk If you don't want us to talk then Things just to get mad when sad violins play in the back 'Cause you've been bad and now you're sad that people talk If you don't want us to talk then Stop doing what you're doing, right now Stop doing what you're doing and I might shut my mouth Hmm Blurry vision, tissue boxes Don't worry baby, this is nothing You're here, not there yet Use those lips like they taught you Revolutionary job to do Film it, post it, share it Change the narrative, it's only informative And you call her a bitch when she tells whatever you did Crying that the rumors ain't legit How you really can't live like this Stop doing mad things Just to get mad when sad violins play in the back Stop doing what you're doing right now Stop, doing what you're doing and I might shut my mouth Ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah-oh Ah-ah-ah-oh Ah-ah-ah-oh Ah-ah