Lyrics:

I Am Not That Chiick That I Was Before You Will Never Let Me Guess My Bags Are By The Door I've Really Had Enough This Shit Will Gotta To End Here We Go Again Now I Can See Why My Friendz Keep Tellin Me I'm Better Of On My Own Wahhh You Sayin It's Over! Over! Over! Over! Over! Over!
Baby, You Hurt Me And I'm UnderAttack And Baby, When I Leave I Won't Be Turning Back Boy, I'm Sickk And Tired Of Hearing Your Lies You Anit Gotta Ask How! And You Anit Gotta Ask Why! Baby, There's No More One Last Try I Think It's Time You Realise
I Am Not That Chiick That I Was Before You Will Never Let Me Guess My Bags Are By The Door I've Really Had Enough This Shit Will Gota To End Here We Go Again Now I Can See Why My Friendz Keep Tellin Me I'm Better Of On My Own Wahhh You Sayin It's Over! Over! Over! Over! Over! Over!
Yo, Tell Me Why You Always Gotta Be Stressing Me Cooking A Storm Dangerous Recipe Finally I See We Anit Truly Ment To Be Because You Want To Do Is Fight I Anit Got The Energy Come On, Quit The Stressing Investigating Questions Take A Second Baby To Breath But, If Your Bad Go A Haed Pack Your Bags But Your Gonna Be Running Back Because Thatz The Usual Routine I've Gotta Let You Know That I Anit Afraid To Let You Go Go So You Can BE That