Yeah!
Drop that!
Is it me?
Cause I always wave away
The others try but you act so cool
Busy bitches can you please move away
All these motherfuckers try to *** you on stage
I play it sure that the boy is a bitch
I hate shows, acting like I don't care
Busy bitch can you please move away Wonder what
you do when you're drinking in the backstage
And when you smile at my face And people screaming loudly
And you're rocking on that stage
I'm dying and now I'm falling at your feet
With all your tunes on repeat But anyway,
I still think
That you're so extra,
so extra,
so extra Oh baby I think you're so extra,
so extra, so extra
Oh baby I think you're so extra
I be like what's up As I'm approaching the bar
You fine as ever I can tell that you was bad from afar
Now I can't play the guitar But I won't play with your heart
Why you letting me space Baby girl you the star
Come on and shout with me I'm trying
to be the main topic in your diary
Come on and vow with me Yeah,
turn it up let's do a major
You won't chase the time It's now never later
Now understand Oh my gosh I can't hear what you say
One more bottle and I'm gonna need my
sofa Hey Tony hit the gas straight away
Doesn't matter work cause I'm falling into nowhere
And now I'm here on my own And no one's dancing on the floor
Drive me away or let me go So low
And when you feel you've had enough Sometimes I know I think too much
But anyway,
I still think
That you're so extra,
so extra,
so extra
Oh baby I think you're so extra,
so extra,
so extra Oh baby I think you're so extra