Ghetto Guitar

Baby you can leave, you can leave, you can leave Cause I've been tired of you, even you tired of me Don't forget one thing, thing Drop, Drop those keys Cause I'm not tryin' to hold you back So go ahead with all of that And if you really wanna go, you can go You already know there's the door, there's the door It's too bad if you not for sure, not for sure Cause I ain't wanna do it like this But I'm losing every ounce of self- control You're just too scandalous You couldn't handle this Give me back my rings Give me back my things It's over You kept listening to them haters So here's your walking papers