Slipping down a slide
I did enjoy the ride
Don't know what to decide
You lied to me
You looked me in the eye
It took me by surprise
Now are you gratified
You cried to me

La, la, la, la, la

Don't turn around
I'm sick and I'm tired of your face
Don't make this worse
You've already gone and got me mad
It's too bad I'm not sad
It's casting over
It's just one of those things
You'll have to get over it

When I was feeling down
You'd start to hang around
And then I found your hands all over me
And that was out of bounds
You filthy rotten hound
It's badder than it sounds, believe me

La, la, la, la, la

Don't turn around
I'm sick and I'm tired of your face
Don't make this worse
You've already gone and got me mad
It's too bad I'm not sad
It's casting over
It's just one of those things
You'll have to get over it

Hey, you gotta get over it
Hey, you gotta get over it

It's too bad I'm not sad
It's casting over
It's just one of those things
You'll have to get over it

Don't turn around
I'm sick and I'm tired of your face
Don't make this worse
You've already gone and got me mad

Don't turn around
I'm sick and I'm tired of your face
Don't make this worse
You've already gone and got me mad
It's too bad I'm not sad
It's casting over
It's just one of those things
You'll have to get over it

You'll have to get over it

So the skin has turned its back on me again
And it's back to playschool for me and my childhood friend
Well get over it!

And the words don't leave my mouth till I've had a dram
So I sit in the corner and watch you like the man I am
Well get over it!
Get over it!

D'you want my side, my side of the story?
D'you want my side, my side of the story?
Well I want you, want you like I'm eighteen
But I'm tied, tied to my baby
To my baby
Oh!

In another life I'd be drenched in sweat with you
But it's this life darlin', and in this life we make do
Oh get over it!
G-g-g-g-get over it!

Oh, d'you want my side, my side of the story?
D'you want my side, my side of the story?
Well I want you, want you like I'm eighteen
But I'm tied, tied to my baby
To my baby
My blessed baby

Oh here's my side, my side of the story
Oh I'm so tired, sick tired of the story!
Oh I want that [????]
Oh I'd kill my life for, what could I be
What could I be?

Look I stands out... so don't think this ain't some shit that I done planned out
And life is beautiful as ever when it pans out
And girls are beautiful until they want a hand out
But, ask apple how I get it tho
I'll be on the phone with a bitch that you will never know
So you can son me never... I don't get bitter... I just get better
And a verse is just a verse for me
I keep it generic and these niggas take it personally
If I was in a room and someone yelled... hey bitches
I would never turn around... cause I just don't fit the description
But that's just me though...
But don't mind him girl... that's just freako
Please don't cuss girl... that don't suit you
His name 40 and his name future
Oliver's here and you know me ho
I'm the cash cow front man of o.v.o.
I am not doin features now... no means no
And the hate starts building the more we grow
Damn shame am I overexpressin the game
Should I hold back on addressin the lane
Because they becoming obsessed with my name
I'm tranna clean up my mess and explain
And boy you know my progression insane
My engineer is the best in the game
And every since I've been messing with wayne
People getting jealous I can see they expressions have changed
They seemed to love me when this shit was goin nowhere
And now they got a bunch of feelings that they won't share
They just give me the fuck it I'm broke stare
Drake was at the club and he bald like no hair
Living life from a whole different angle
Only see the road through the wings of an angel
And I can see the heart on your sleeve... and I know this shit is hard to believe
You gone have to get over it... and all you talkin ass niggas get over it
And all you people that be hating get over it... and all you women that I fucked get over it
And yea I'm turning 22 get over it... you know you gotta hear my records get over it
My whole team getting rich get over it... I got the city on my back get over it
Get over it get over it

I turn on the tube and what do I see
A whole lotta people cryin' "Don't blame me"
They point their crooked little fingers ar everybody else
Spend all their time feelin' sorry for themselves
Victim of this, victim of that
Your momma's too thin; your daddy's too fat

Get over it
Get over it
All this whinin' and cryin' and pitchin' a fit
Get over it, get over it

You say you haven't been the same since you had your little crash
But you might feel better if I gave you some cash
The more I think about it, Old Billy was right
Let's kill all the lawyers, kill 'em tonight
You don't want to work, you want to live like a king
But the big, bad world doesn't owe you a thing

Get over it
Get over it
If you don't want to play, then you might as well split
Get over it, Get over it

It's like going to confession every time I hear you speak
You're makin' the most of your losin' streak
Some call it sick, but I call it weak

You drag it around like a ball and chain
You wallow in the guilt; you wallow in the pain
You wave it like a flag, you wear it like a crown
Got your mind in the gutter, bringin' everybody down
Complain about the present and blame it on the past
I'd like to find your inner child and kick its little ass

Get over it
Get over it
All this bitchin' and moanin' and pitchin' a fit
Get over it, get over it

Get over it
Get over it
It's gotta stop sometime, so why don't you quit
Get over it, get over it

When your time is running out
And you feel like taking sides
And the walls are getting thin
You better get over it

How long will I walk to the place I belong
When there's fighting between
How long
When your times running out and you feel like taking sides
How long

All the fighting between
To the place I went wrong
All the time

The time has come to walk again
These painted eyes can't see the end
The finest hour slides to the front again

Slipping down a slide
I did enjoy the ride
Don't know what to decide
You lied to me
You looked me in the eye
It took me by surprise
Now are you gratified
You cried to me

La, la, la, la, la

Don't turn around
I'm sick and I'm tired of your face
Don't make this worse
You've already gone and got me mad
It's too bad I'm not sad
It's casting over
It's just one of those things
You'll have to get over it

When I was feeling down
You'd start to hang around
And then I found your hands all over me
And that was out of bounds
You filthy rotten hound
It's badder than it sounds, believe me

La, la, la, la, la

Don't turn around
I'm sick and I'm tired of your face
Don't make this worse
You've already gone and got me mad
It's too bad I'm not sad
It's casting over
It's just one of those things
You'll have to get over it

Hey, you gotta get over it
Hey, you gotta get over it

It's too bad I'm not sad
It's casting over
It's just one of those things
You'll have to get over it

Don't turn around
I'm sick and I'm tired of your face
Don't make this worse
You've already gone and got me mad

Don't turn around
I'm sick and I'm tired of your face
Don't make this worse
You've already gone and got me mad
It's too bad I'm not sad
It's casting over
It's just one of those things
You'll have to get over it

You'll have to get over it

First of all my numbers aint listed so how you get my digits
You call my crib, my cell, my job, and even left a message
You out of line shorty, you bout? to piss me off
You don?t even know me that way
You callin me, stalkin me, emailin me, tellin me my man aint being true
Said ya had rendezvous, you have the proof
What the use of me losing my cool, losing my man
My sanity, cause you miserable
But I trust my man and I love him to
That?s to much to lose if he is dissin me over you

Get over it, leave us be
What once was yours now belongs to me
We?re happy , stop stressin me
He belongs to me so get over it
Get over it, leave us be
Get on with your life, stop bothering me
We?re happy , stop stressin me
He belongs to me so get over it

It?s a mistake your games are gon? ruin my house
So, I don?t trust my man and im kicking him out
You say he cares for you, and he?s been there for you
Can you hear your self, you sound like a fool
If what you sayin is true, why you telling me
To get under my skin, to get at me
Girl you make me say ah ah ah ah ah
You doing wrong for this but imma tell you simple and plain

Get over it, leave us be
What once was yours now belongs to me
We?re happy , stop stressin me
He belongs to me so get over it
Get over it, leave us be
Get on with your life, stop bothering me
We?re happy , stop stressin me
He belongs to me so get over it

Now that he?s gone
You cant take it
Treated him so wrong
And you wish you had another chance
But he?s my man

Stop callin me, stop stalkin me
Emailin me, telling me
You get at me cause you miserable
Leave me alone, leave us alone
Stop mockin me, stop jockin me
Don?t call my phone no more
Or ride past my crib no more
Don?t call my job no more
Imma call the law
Leave me alone, leave us alone

Get over it, leave us be
What once was yours now belongs to me
We?re happy , stop stressin me
He belongs to me so get over it
Get over it, leave us be
Get on with your life, stop bothering me
We?re happy , stop stressin me
He belongs to me so get over it

Get over it, leave us be
What once was yours now belongs to me
We?re happy , stop stressin me
He belongs to me so get over it
Get over it, leave us be
Get on with your life, stop bothering me
We?re happy , stop stressin me
He belongs to me so get over

Lot of knots, lot of snags,
lot of holes, lot of cracks lot of crags. Lot of naggin' old hags,
lot of fools, lot of fool scum bags.
Oh it's such a drag, what a chore... oh your wounds are full of salt.
Everything's a stress and what's more, well it's all somebody's fault.

(Hey!) Get, get, get, get, get over it! [x3]
Get over, get over it.

Makes you sick, makes you ill,
makes you cheat, slipping change from the till.
Had it up to the gills... makes you cry while
the milk still spills. Ain't it just a bitch? What a pain...
Well it's all a crying shame. What
left to do but complain? Better find someone to blame.

(Hey!) Get, get, get, get, get over it! [x3]
Get over, get over it.

Got a job, got a life, got a four-door and a faithless wife.
Got those nice copper pipes, got an ex, got a room for the night.
Aren't you such a catch?
What a prize! Got a body like a battle
axe... Love that perfect frown, honest eyes...
We ought to buy you a Cadillac.

(Hey!) Get, get, get, get, get over it! [x3]
Get over, get over it.

I turn on the tube and what do I see
A whole lotta people cryin’ ’don’t blame me’
They point their crooked little fingers at everybody else
Spend all their time feelin’ sorry for themselves
Victim of this, victim of that
Your momma’s too thin; your daddy’s too fat

Get over it
Get over it
All this whinin’ and cryin’ and pitchin’ a fit
Get over it, get over it

You say you haven’t been the same since you had your little crash
But you might feel better if I gave you some cash
The more I think about it, old Billy was right
Let’s kill all the lawyers, kill ’em tonight
You don’t want to work, you want to live like a king
But the big, bad world doesn’t owe you a thing

Get over it
Get over it
If you don’t want to play, then you might as well split
Get over it, get over it

It’s like going to confession every time I hear you speak
You’re makin’ the most of your losin’ streak
Some call it sick, but I call it weak

You drag it around like a ball and chain
You wallow in the guilt; you wallow in the pain
You wave it like a flag, you wear it like a crown
Got your mind in the gutter, bringin’ everybody down
Complain about the present and blame it on the past
I’d like to find your inner child and kick it’s little ass

Get over it
Get over it
All this bitchin’ and moanin’ and pitchin’ a fit
Get over it, get over it

Get over it
Get over it
It’s gotta stop sometime, so why don’t you quit
Get over it, get over it

i turn on the tubewhat do i see,
a whole lot a people cryin' don't blame me
they point their crooked little fingers at everybody else
spend all their time felin' sorry for them selves
victim of this, victim of that
your mommas too thin; and your daddys too fat

get over it
get over it
all this whinin' and cryin' and pitchin' a fit

you say ya haven't been the same since ya had your little crash
but you might feel better if they gave you some cash
the more i think about it, ol' billy was right
let's kill all the lawers- kill 'em tonight
you don't wanna work you wanna live like a king
butt the big bad world doesn't owe you a thing

get over it
get over it
ya don't want to play then you might as well split
get over it, get over it

it's like going to confession every time i hear you speak
your makin' the most of your losin' streak
some call it sick, but i call it weak
yeah yeah yeah

yeah you drag it around like a ball an' chain
you wallow in the guilt; you wallow in the pain
you wave it like a flag, you wear it like a crown
got your mind in the gutter, bringin' everybody down
ya bitch about the present and blame it on the past
i'd like to find your inner child an' kick it's little ass

get over it
get over it
all this bitchin' and moanin' and pitchin' a fit
get over it, get over it
get over it
get over it
it's gotta stop some time so why don't you quit
get over it,get over it
get over it