Here you go again banging on my bedroom door
Your game is wearing thin loving you is such a chore
Grow up Mr. Immature
I'm getting tired of your misbehaving
If I wanted a child, then I would have had a baby
Get out Mr. Insecure
It's clear to me that you're never changin
I need a man, not a boy that drives me crazy
Here you go again With your broke ass philosophy
Grow up Mr. Immature
I'm getting tired of your misbehaving
If I wanted a child, then I would have had a baby
Get out Mr. Insecure
It's clear to me that you're never changin
I need a man, not a boy that drives me crazy
So get up, get out, get off my bed
Own up to all the things you've said
You, baby
You always said you had it rough
But I had it worse, I've had enough
You're crazy
Get out, Mr. Insecure