I'm sorry if I seem uninterested, or I'm not listening, or I'm indifferent. Truly, I ain't got no business here, but since my friends are here, I just came to kick it. But really, I would rather be at home all by myself, not in this room with people who don't even care about my well-being. Now don't dance, don't ask, I don't need a boyfriend, so you can't go back. Please enjoy your party, I'll be here. Somewhere in the corner, under clouds of marijuana, with this boy who's hopping, I can hardly hear. Oh, with this music I don't listen to, and I don't wanna get with you, so tell my friends that I'll be over here. So these are the places you go when you choose not to answer my texts. Pull up to up and down, whip out that phone for the Instagram flex, click, click. She got a job for herself, but I know how she spendin' them checks. And don't worry, mama, there's no need to stress, I'ma get my respect. Ooh, I get that respect, it's no flex, but you trust me, I'll give her what's next. Ooh, uh, I ain't your prince when I'm in, but you know they be thinkin' I'm fresh. Ooh, uh, sit in a car, in a club, the promoter be thinkin' I'm weird. But go tell the mistress. So tell my friends that I'll be over here. Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh. I ask myself, what am I doin' here? Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah. And I can't wait till we can break a bottle here. Excuse me if I seem a little unimpressed with this, an antisocial pessimist. But usually I don't mess with this, and I know you mean only the best. And your intentions aren't to bother me, but honestly, I'd rather be somewhere with my people. Somewhere with my people, we can kick it and just listen to some music with a message like we usually do. And we'll discuss our big dreams, how we plan to take over the planet. So pardon my manners. I hope you'll understand that I'll be here. Not there in the kitchen with the girl who's always gossipin' about her friends. So tell them I'll be here. Right next to the boy who's throwin' up cause he can't take what's in his cup no more. Oh, God, why am I here? Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah. I ask myself, what am I doin' here? Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah. And I can't wait till we can break a bottle here. I was late at congregatin' next to the refrigerator. Some girl talkin' bout a hater, she ain't got none. How did it ever come to this? I should've never come to this. So holla at me, I'll be in the car when you're done. You standin' off the street. The world's your life, friend. And don't you ever get out of sleep. You said it had to be that way. So tell my people what they think about our baby. And I'm standin' off the TV with my baby. Know you'll always be on my mind. Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah. I ask myself, what am I doin' here? Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah. And I can't wait till we can break a bottle here. ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪