when you left me in a fever ah shovel yoh shit ah never know you woulda be back ah grovel like dis it take me so long fi get over now me finally can boast so me call upon de universe if only she would let me when i need her da most you got some nerve asking if i think about you i m sure that you know i still do my memory s fine you got some nerve thinking we could still be friends now but this is where the story ends now i m drawing the line the bad about you eclipses the good i wanna miss and there s no longing in my heart when i reminisce oh i m so over dis you re spilled milk no use sitting crying over you it s only natural that a rogue would do what a rogue would do and besides goodbye there s really nothing left to say cuz if you never spilled then you woulda gone sour anyway no loss felt i bet you think that my fa ade woulda crack you re spilled milk i bet you think i woulda welcome you back no loss felt i bet you think dat was de end for me but i find a betta wood the forest full up a tree i bet you think you woulda still have me weak like u nah know how much man outta street you come ready fi me oil ah noint u well me sorry fi disappoint u you got some nerve showing up acting concerned now forgettin i m the bridge you burnt down just as you gotta cross you got some nerve thinking i m all about you swearing i d be lost without you but it was your loss guess what i m not even angry anymore i mopped some bigger messes than you up off of my floor you re just another chore you re spilled milk no use sitting crying over you it s only natural that a rogue would do what a rogue would do and besides goodbye there s really nothing left to say cuz if you never spilled then you woulda gone sour anyway no loss felt i bet you think that my fa ade woulda crack you re spilled milk i bet you think i woulda welcome you back no loss felt i bet you think dat was de end for me but i find a betta wood if i did pull up a tree i bet you think you woulda still have me weak like u nah know how much man outta street you come ready fi me oil ah noint u well me sorry fi disappoint u i m not even angry anymore i mopped some bigger messes that you up off of my floor you re just another chore you re spilled milk no use sitting crying over you it s only natural that a rogue will do what a rogue will do and besides goodbye there s really nothing left to say cuz if you hadn t spilled then you woulda gone sour anyway no loss felt you re spilled milk i bet you think that my fa ade woulda crack you re spilled milk i bet you think i woulda welcome you back no loss felt i bet you think it was de end for me but i find a betta wood if i did pull up a tree i bet you think you woulda still have me weak like u nah know how much man outta street you come ready fi me oil ah noint u well me sorry fi disappoint u