Man, Beyonce, I'm mad at you, man
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[Chorus 1]
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They say hello (hey), hello (hey)
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I can daydream about Beyonce all day
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Thinking bout the good times 'fore she met Jay
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See ya know, they say hello (hey), hello (hey)
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I really thought I had a chance to be your man
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till I seen the video with the ring on your hand
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It hurt me so
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I remember you were sixteen on the TV screen with Wyclef
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Were you my type? Oh God yes, I was impressed
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You was like 'No, no, no', I was like twelve years old
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Hoping that one day I could chaperone while you're on the road
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You wore braids with a banging body
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Looked like you did Pilates, a lot of sit-ups probably
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But bump that, I was there from the start
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Even when LeToya Luckett and that other doo-doo bucket broke your heart
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Hope you didn't cry, cause honestly they were just so-so
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They couldn't sing anyway, you deserved to go solo
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No disrespect to Kelly and Michelle, I'm just saying
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They cool, but you? You something like Wonder Woman
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And I just want to hold your hand, bring you to Compton
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Gonzales Park, we can build castles in the sand
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Eating Hot Cheetos with pickle juice in it
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Put that napkin down, you know I'll lick your fingers when you're finished
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[Chorus 1]
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I just bought the Sasha Fierce CD
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I gazed at the cover for a whole five minutes till my girlfriend hit me
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She's jealous of you B cause I don't love her like I love you
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I even make her do the "uh-oh, uh-oh, oh-no-no" just like you do
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She tell me I'm obsessed, I tell her we connect
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like Ice Cube way before the Mack 10 feud
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She like, you goddamn fool, that girl's rich and you're broke
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I said, so, I'm five-hundred mill' away, there's still hope
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Anyway, I had feelings way before you got paid
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And I didn't laugh when you bust your ass on the stage
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And I salute Kanye for taking up for you
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I would have stole the award just to prove that I love you
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But Jay shoulda did that, I thought he had your bizzack
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What happened Mr. Izzo? Hopico with Frederico?
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He used to be my favorite till he abandoned my diva
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Now I tell everybody Nas had killed him on 'Ether'
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[Chorus 2]
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They say hello (hey), hello (hey)
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I can daydream about Beyonce all day
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Thinking bout the good times 'fore she met Jay
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See ya know, they say hello (hey), hello (hey)
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Hopefully I still have a chance
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Maybe if I sabotage your man
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You never know, hmm
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I'ma sneak backstage at a Mary J. Blige concert
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with an 'I Love Mary' shirt, then find Jay-Z
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and push him into a dancer, hopefully they lock lips
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That's when I yell out, Sounwave, hurry up, take the pic
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Put it on Bossip the same night, yeah, that sound quite right
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Publicity like that? Yep, they'd be sure to fight
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Better yet I'ma steal his cell, then call up Affion
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He impersonates Jay well, get Beyonce on the line
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Then make up some bogus shit
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Like you don't the back of my knees right, so this marriage is over with
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And the ring that's on my finger, guess what, I'm throwing it (cling)
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You heard the sound, so you know I did
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Ha-hahhh, that should get him
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I should break 'em up like a Kit Kat when I do that, yeah true that
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I'ma put the plot in motion, that's for sure
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But if I end up with Macy Gray, this plan never worked
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Yeeeea, man I hope Jay don't be mad at me bout this song
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Start-, ay Wizzle start me back from like the first verse
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Like right before I come in
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Haha, what you say? Nah, you think it'll be hot for real though?
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Nigga, you stupid, they probably laughing as hard as you
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Nig' got the best wife in the world and shit
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Run that back though?
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Beyonce
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