They say I'm crazy, I really don't care.

That's my prerogative.
They say I'm nasty. but I don't give a damn.
Getting boys is how I am.
Some ask me questions. why am I so real?
But they don't understand me.
I really don't know the deal about my sister.
I'm tryin' hard to make it right.
Not long ago before I won this fight.
Everybody's talkin' all this stuff about me.
Why don't they just let me live? I don't need permission, make my own decisions
Don't get me wrong , I'm really not zooped

Ego trips is not my thing

All these strange relationships

Really gets me down

I see nothing wrong with

Spreading myself around

It's the way that I wanna live

It's my prerogative

You can't tell me what to do

Why can't I live my life?

Without all of the things that people say