up out of here，
hours later congregating next，
to the refrigerator，
some girl's talking about，
her haters she ain't got none，
how did it ever come to this，
i should never come to this，
so holla at me i'll be in the，
car when you're done，
i'm stand-offish，
don't want what you're offering，
and i'm done talking awfully sad，
it had to be that way，
so tell my people，
when they're ready that i'm ready，