âťť i don't like the way he's/she's looking at you. âťž
âťť i'm starting to think you want him/her, too. âťž
âťť even thought i know you love me, can't help it. âťž
âťť i turn my chin music up, and i'm puffing my chest. âťž
âťť i'm getting red in the face. âťž
âťť you can call me obsessed. âťž
âťť it's not your fault that they hover. âťž
âťť i mean no disrespect. âťž
âťť it's my right to be hellish. âťž
âťť i still get jealous. âťž
âťť 'cause you're too fucking beautiful. âťž
âťť everybody wants a taste. âťž
âťť everybody wants your sex. âťž
âťť that's why i still get jealous. âťž
âťť i wish you didn't have to post it all. âťž
âťť i wish you'd save a little bit for me. âťž
âťť protective or possessive, yeah. âťž
âťť call it passive or aggressive. âťž
âťť i'm the type to never sweat no chick/guy. âťž
âťť ain't nobody but you got me stressin' this way, you know. âťž
âťť now the struggle's always real. âťž
âťť girls/boys be steppin' in my face. âťž
âťť you're the only one invited. âťž
âťť how am i supposed to feel? âťž
âťť you're the only one invited. âťž
âťť i said there's no one else for you. âťž
âťť 'cause you know i get excited when you get jealous, too. âťž