Medley VMA 2016

[Pray You Catch Me]

I tried to make a home out of you

But doors lead to trap doors, a stairway leads to nothing

Where do you go when you go quiet?

The past and the future merge to meet us here

You can taste the dishonesty

It's all over your breath

As you pass it off so cavalier

But even that's a test

Constantly aware of it all

My lonely ear

Pressed against the walls of your world

I'm prayin' to catch you whispering

I'm prayin' you catch me listening

I'm prayin' to catch you whispering

I'm prayin' you catch me

I'm prayin' you catch me

Nothing else ever seems to hurt

Like the smile on your face

When it's only in my memory

It don't hit me quite the same

Maybe it's a cause for concern

But I'm not at ease

Keeping my head to the curb

I'm prayin' to catch you whispering

I'm prayin' you catch me listening

I'm prayin' to catch you whispering

I'm prayin' you catch me

I'm prayin' to catch you whispering

I'm prayin' you catch me (Prayin')

I'm prayin' you catch me

[Hold Up]

I tried to change

Fasted for 60 days

Closed my mouth more, wore white, abstained from mirrors

Tried to be softer, prettier, less awake

I bathed in bleach, and plugged my menses with pages from the holy book

But still inside me, coiled deep, was the need to know

Are you cheating on me? Are you cheating on me?

Hello MTV, y'all havin' a good time?

I want y'all to help me to sing this sing

Here we go!

Hold up, they don't love you like I love you

Slow down, they don't love you like I love you

Back up, they don't love you like I love you

Step down, they don't love you like I love you

Can't you see there's no other man above you?

What a wicked way to treat the girl that loves you

Hold up, they don't love you like I love you

Slow down, they don't love you like I love you

Something don't feel right

Because it ain't right

Especially comin' up after midnight

I smell your secrets

I'm not too perfect

To ever feel this worthless

How did it come down to this?

Going through your call list

I don't want to lose my pride

But I'mma - fuck me up a bitch

I know that I kept it sexy

I know I kept it fun

There's something that I'm missing

Maybe my head for one

What's worse, lookin' jealous or crazy?

Jealous or crazy?

Or like bein' walked all over lately

Walked all over lately?

I'd rather be crazy

Hold up, they don't love you like I love you

Slow down, they don't love you like I love you

Back up, they don't love you like I love you

Step down, they don't love you like I love you

Can't you see there's no other man above you?

What a wicked way to treat the girl that loves you

Hold up, they don't love you like I love you

Slow down

Hey, it is such a shame

You let this good love go to waste

I always keep the top tier, 5 star

Backseat lovin' in the car

Like make that wood, make that wood

Holly like a boulevard

What's worse, lookin' jealous or crazy?

Jealous or crazy?

Or like bein' walked all over lately

Walked all over lately?

I'd rather be crazy

[Sorry]

So what are you gonna say at my funeral now that you've killed me?

Here lies the body of the love of my life

Whose heart I broke without a gun to my head

Here lies the mother of my children, both living and dead

Rest in peace, my true love, who I took for granted

Her Heaven would be a love without betrayal

Ashes to ashes... dust to sidechicks

Everybody, let me here you sing!

Sorry, I ain't sorry

Sorry, I ain't sorry

I ain't sorry

Sing it, sing it now

Sorry, I ain't sorry

Sorry, I ain't sorry

I ain't sorry

He tryin' to roll me up

I ain't picking up

I'm headed to this club

I ain't thinking 'bout you

Me and my ladies sip my D'USSÉ cups

I don't give a *aw*, chucking my deuces up

Suck on my b-, pause, I had enough

I ain't thinking 'bout you

I ain't thinking 'bout

Middle fingers up, put them hands high

Wave it in his face, tell him: Boy, bye!

Tell him: Boy, bye! Boy, bye!

Middle fingers up

I ain't thinking 'bout you

Sorry, I ain't sorry

Sorry, I ain't sorry

I ain't sorry

I ain't thinking 'bout you

Sorry, I ain't sorry

Sorry, I ain't sorry

I ain't sorry

No, no, hell, nah

Looking at my watch, he shoulda been home

Today I've regret the night I put that ring on

He always got them stupid excuses

I pray to Lord you reveal what his truth is

I left a note in the hallway

By the time you read it, I'll be far away

I'm far away

But I ain't thinking 'bout nobody

Let's have a toast to the good life

Suicide before you see this tear fall down my eyes

Me and my baby, we gon' be alright

We gon' live a good life

Big homie, better grow up

Me and my whoadies 'bout to stroll up

I see them boppers in the corner

They sneaking out the back door

He only want me when I'm not there

He better call Becky with the good hair

He better call Becky with the good hair

[Don't Hurt Yourself]

Oh, la, la, la

Oh, la, la, la

Don't hurt yourself

Who the f*ck do you think I am?

You ain't married to no average bitch, boy

You can watch my fat ass twist, boy

As I bounce to the next d*ck, boy

And keep your money, I got my own

Get a bigger smile on my face being alone

Bad mother-mother, God complex

I motivate your ass, call me Malcom X, huh

Yo operator, or innovator

Let them haters, you can't recreate her, no

You'll never recreate her

No, hell, nah, huh, uh

We just got to let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be, baby

You just got to let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be, babe

When you hurt me, you hurt yourself

Try not to hurt yourself

When you play me, you play yourself

Uh, don't play yourself

When you lie to me, you're lying to yourself

You're only lying to yourself

When you love me, you love yourself

Love god herself

Huh!

We just got to let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be, baby

Hey, baby, who the f*ck do you think I am?

I smell that fragrance on your Louis V, boy

Just give my fat ass a big kiss, boy

Tonight I'm f*cking up all your shit, boy

I am the dragon breathing fire

Beautiful mane, I'm the lion

Beautiful man, I know you're lying

[Formation]

Oh, miss B, I know you came to slay

Don't play with the girls, baby

I'm back by popular demand

Oh, yes, you best to believe it

I came to slay, bitch

If y'all came to slay, sing along with me

C'mon

Y'all haters corny with that Illuminati mess

Paparazzi catch my fly and my cocky fresh

I'm so reckless when I rock my Givenchy dress

I’m so possessive so I rock his Roc necklaces

My daddy Alabama, Momma Louisiana

You mix that negro with that Creole make a Texas bamma

I like my baby hair with baby hair and afros

I like my negro nose with Jackson Five nostrils

Earned all his money but they never take the country out me

I got hot sauce in my bag, I swag

C'mon, hah

I see it, I want it

I stunt, yellow-bone it

I dream it, I work hard

I grind ‘till I own it

I twirl all my haters

Albino lligators

El Camino with the ceiling low

Sippin’ Cuervo with no chaser

I'm about to go off

I go hard, I go hard

Get what’s mine, take what’s mine

(Here we go)

I’m a star, I’m a star

'Cause I slay, I slay

I slay, I slay

All day, I slay

I slay, okay

Okay

Okay, ladies, now let’s get in formation

Okay, ladies, now let’s get in formation

Prove to me you got some coordination

Slay trick or you get eliminated

Okay, ladies, now let’s get in formation (I slay)

Okay, ladies, now let’s get in formation

You know you that bitch when you cause all this conversation

Always stay gracious, best revenge is your paper