I need my own spaceBut that simple fact, you ain't understand itAlways in my face (that sh*t's too demanding) ey!All you want to seem to do is talk about my personal issuesI thought we was on some other sh*t manYou try to cover sh*t (talk about that mother sh*t)Now I got to change location, got to change numbersHidin' out, sittin' back waitin' till' you ridin' outI thought I told you it was just between me and youNow you told your boo, and she told too, and they told a few (so on)Man, you got it mixed up, now I'm in a fix upJust cuz' your a** needed a quick buckI saidLetMeBeMhmmhmmLet me beLet my have my privacyLet me beMhmmhmmCome hereYou, have, been, a, bad, boy!Come hereYou, have, been, a, bad, boy!