You get so lucky It makes you act quite mean You hear a lot of voices So it's hard to sip your tea yeah It was my advice to you At each unruly path Did i said i was afraid for you I thought they would kick your ass honey Gone gone the messenger's gone The good lady and the doctor's son So don't treat your body this way And I bet you'd kill your momma next pay day, Next pay day Shining sunglasses Red bruises on her chin Do you need another daddy I was the one who turned him in honey Is not your dreariness That lets this good girl know What new *** ugliness Caused the baby to explode honey Gone gone the messenger's gone The good lady and the doctor's son So don't treat your body this way I bet you'd kill your momma next pay day, Next pay day, next pay day