Don't you ever get tired of your bull crap
Oh, James the Third
You son of a handgun
I don't even know why I bother with you anymore
You drive me so insane
My eyes are open
My ears hearing
It's a shame
You thought you had me
But I have caught on to your game
Eat you cake boo and Imma eat too
We can play
Go and play on your dates
And stay late you can hang
And when you call me
No, don't say sorry
Cause I know
I got another
I told you that I'm gonna play
Don't you ever get tired of your bull crap
Oh, James the Third
You son of a handgun
I don't even know why I bother with you anymore
You drive me so insane
James the Third
James the
James the Third
James the
James the Third