| Sittin here reminiscin back to high school | 
| Wwhen everytime I see you, girl, you know that I drool | 
| Day-dreamin in class thinkin what would I say | 
| When I saw you, but you never looked my way | 
| It started freshman year and lasted straight to the 12th grade | 
| I have to give it to you, though, you was top-shelf, babe | 
| I asked myself time and time again: what was it | 
| About me that made me treat me like a buzzard | 
| I speak to you in the hall and you ignore me | 
| You keep walkin and talkin like you never saw me | 
| You didn’t have to conversate with me, I can say that | 
| It woulda made my day if you just had waved back | 
| I used to buy you candy, lollypops and gum drops | 
| I even pack a extra-sandwich in my lunch box | 
| You’re treatin me like dirt and everyone in the school knows | 
| You call me out my name and crack jokes on my school clothes | 
| If anyone could make you feel good, girl, I could | 
| But you give me that look like you don’t wanna be bothered | 
| But that’s okay, just keep on frontin, see | 
| Cause one day I’mma make it, and you’ll be wantin me | 
| Been tryin hard ever since I graduated | 
| To make it big, and yes, I finally made it | 
| Been doin shows, videos and tv | 
| Now everywhere you go everybody knows me | 
| Now the tables have turned and now it’s me you’re hawkin | 
| Now I turn up my nose, and keep on walkin | 
| You see, ladies marvel me in clubs frequently | 
| And you make it your duty to come and speak to me | 
| Rememberin how she played me in the past | 
| Yeah, we can talk, I’m in a rush, please make it fast | 
| And we can start off with all the men you been with | 
| And don’t come poppin that just-a-friend bit | 
| Remember how you used to diss me and play me out, how | 
| Come you got so much stuff to talk about now? | 
| The word’s around town that you’re on the money tip | 
| But sorry, I can’t do nothin for ya, honey dip | 
| So pardon me as I make my way to the dancefloor | 
| And over to the bar because that’s what I came for | 
| Cuties pamperin me with champagne and roses | 
| As I think to myself: thank God for showbiz! | 
| Everywhere I turn girlies throwin me rhythm | 
| Drinkin and thinkin who will be my victim | 
| Here comes that girl that used to diss me | 
| She whispers in my ear could she come home with me | 
| Yup, get your coat and we could shoot north | 
| Took her to the crib, and cold knocked her boots off | 
| After i got it, yo, I never did call back | 
| Thinkin how she used to front like she was all that | 
| It’s a new game, and the odds are in my favor | 
| She caught the vapors and nothin could save her | 
| What comes around goes around | 
| You know what I’m talkin about | 
| What comes around goes around | 
| What comes around goes around | 
| What comes around goes around |