Oh baby, I gotta get away from you
I hate to have to say this boy,
but the truth be told you're killing my game
I wanna get ahead in life,
I gave you everything I got
But you turned and threw it all away
When we met I thought we'd be forever
But you never got yourself together
I'm a girl who dreams to realize
in the hills with my name on it
license plate with baby girl on it
The time has come to live in style
Get out of my head, out of my bed
The clock is turning but your
There never was a kind of girl
All I wanted was some ambition
From a loving man who pulls his own way
But it seems to me your only dream
was to spend the dough that I make I make
I praise the middles and the bill collector
To come and take away that stupid sofa
I've had enough of you sitting around
Using my rights to profile
you're just a stupid clown
in the hills with my name on it
license plate with baby girl on it
I've paid my dues, I've walked for miles
The time has come to live in style
Get out of my head, out of my bed
The clock is turning but your
I'm afraid nothing in life comes for free
I can't carry on with your weight on me
Need progress to find success
A diaper life is all you know
With a pocket that is un -ghosted
Oh boy, your pocket is un -gold,
so now I can see that mansion
In the hills with my name on it
I'll prepare a baby girl on it
Time is up, believe it's down
We're out of the bay, out of the bay
Oh baby, clock is ticking
in the hills with my name on it
a nice old baby girl on it
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