Lyrics

[Intro: Big Boi] Zora and Rooster under peachtree They K–I–S-S–I–N–G Wow, first came the love Now, then comes the marriage 1, 1, 1, baby, 2, baby, 3, baby carriage, baby [Verse 1: Janelle Monáe] Welcome to my world, oceans versus mountains (Welcome to her world, oceans versus mountains) Call me the poor girl, 'cause I love to fight them (Call her the poor girl, 'cause she loves to fight them) But I'm quite sweet If you take the time to get to know me Deep down, my heart riles around Like a bone lost deep inside See, I'd like to fall in love but Not that type of guy Ooh-wee, you got my clouds on fire We're tightrope walking and the world's the wire Remember kissin' on Broadway, you and I? I was bein' your baby, and tickin' your tock and yo' clock See we done jumped the broom and now you know I'm good And I was dreamin' bout children, Emily, and Oh, darling baby, with the daddy's eyes And it meant so much to me (It meant so much to me) And I needed your good love Baby, how could you just go and change it all? You turned my spring to fall I needed you, you know But when the love is gone, it's time to go [Chrous: Janelle Monáe] If you don't think I mean it Then you'll feel it when I'm gone I said I'm done enough of your love I said I'm done enough of your love I'm up til 3 o'clock in the morning While you party up 'til the dawning I said I'm done enough of your love I said I'm done enough of your love Darlin', ain't no feelin' left, it's just the killin' Oh... just grab my gun and let's go out Just grab my gun and let's go out It ain't no room for love, it's just this burnin' Got me reelin' Call the law and hold the applause Call the law and hold the applause [Verse 2: Big Boi] Oh, baby, it's mo', baby, it's workin' on the 6 We was only in our teens, our dreams were simplistic Jumped the broom, but it seems I tripped, I must have slipped After exchanging of the rings, these things, you give me lip But not the kissing of the bride, the dipping of the groom The shit that make a nigga up and leave up out a room More like "boohoo" than "boo," "fuck you" and "fuck you too" (Fuckin' bitch) Kids, cover them ears It appears that ya mama want drama, we need a comma Or some space, between words, for better or for worse This is not what I deserve, the worst that I can take Actually I want the cake, and eat it too, and plus yo' plate But, wait now... don't you get the house, kids, cars? Everything we built together was ours, now it's all yours That's hard... it's all yours... good god! [Chrous: Janelle Monáe] If you don't think I mean it Then you'll feel it when I'm gone I said I'm done enough of your love I said I'm done enough of your love I'm up til 3 o'clock in the morning While you party up 'til the dawning I said I'm done enough of your love I said I'm done enough of your love Darlin', ain't no feelin' left, it's just the killin' Oh... just grab my gun and let's go out Just grab my gun and let's go out It ain't no room for love, it's just this burnin' Got me reelin' Call the law and hold the applause Call the law and hold the applause [Interlude: Janelle Monáe + Big Boi] You comin' home Zora But the birds are gone Zora, is that a pistol? With they sad songs What you fin' to do wit' that? They showin' off C'mon, baby—put the gun down But they might be wrong Shittin' me?! I really wish you could change, baby Well, if my best ain't good enough, I don't know what to tell ya Reclaim your throne I'm the king of this castle Down here in the darkness C'mon, baby—hold up! [Chrous: Janelle Monáe] If you don't think I mean it Then you'll feel it when I'm gone I said I'm done enough of your love I said I'm done enough of your love I'm up til 3 o'clock in the morning While you party up 'til the dawning I said I'm done enough of your love I said I'm done enough of your love Darlin', ain't no feelin' left, it's just the killin' Oh... just grab my gun and let's go out Just grab my gun and let's go out It ain't no room for love, it's just this burnin' Got me reelin' Call the law and hold the applause Call the law and hold the applause