To the beat y'all, beat y'all, beat y'all So, so sick, so sick, so sick, so sick To the beat y'all, beat y'all, beat y'all First of all, you a banger Straight up and down, I'm seeing minks on your hangers I know your mama told you don't talk to strangers That leads to dangerous situations But I can't be patient, you need communication Appreciation, respect for your style Instead of talking all wild One smile, your date dreaming of walking the aisle In the waterbed, rolling around in a money pile Baby, my format is not to be a doormat But I still pull your chair out of the table and all that Touch your back softly, whatever it costs me Time running your energy, you literally remember me I'm in my answering machine Now that I'm alone Cause right now it says that we Can't come to the phone And I know it makes no sense Cause you walked out the door But it's the only way I hear your voice And I know it's ridiculous It's been months and for some reason I just can't get over it And I'm stronger than this, yeah Ain't nothing more No more walking around with my head down I'm so over being blue Crying over you And I'm so sick of the song So tired of teasing So done with wishing While you were stealing Said I'm so sick of the song So sad and slow So why can't I turn off the radio? Gotta fix that calendar I had That's marked July 15th Because since there's no more you There's no more anniversary I'm so fed up with my thoughts of you And your memory And now every song reminds me of what used to be That's the reason I'm so sick of the song So tired of teasing So done with wishing While you were stealing Said I'm so sick of the song So sad and slow So why can't I turn off the radio? Leave me alone Leave me alone Stupid old song Hey, don't make me think about her smile Or having my first child I'm letting go Turning off the radio I'ma keep you equipped in all of the best ways I'll pay attention to detail, even your lipstick Give compliments when your pedicure switch When we on the mattress, you won't care if I'm rich I'll love you deeply, whisper sweetly Even when you critique me, you can still reach me Beach me while you sweeten in a peach bee One vice, enough sugar for the whole night You'll be alright, you're rolling with the Elvis rap Come on, move your pelvis and throw it back I know it's forward and it sounds a little blunt But love, money, respect, whatever, pick what you want That's the reason I'm so sick of the song So tired of seeing So done with wishing She was still real Said I'm so sick of the song So sad and slow So why can't I turn off the radio? Said I'm so sick of the song So tired of seeing So done with wishing She was still real Said I'm so sick of the song So sad and slow So why can't I turn off the radio? Said I'm so sick of the song So tired of seeing So done with wishing She was still real Said I'm so sick of the song So sad and slow So why can't I turn off the radio? Why can't I turn off the radio?