rihanna lyrics

[Intro]
I'm so sick of this sh*t, bro
I'm so f*cking sick of this sh*t, bro
f*ck

[Verse]
Okay
Stomach hurting
Rihanna, work it
We can make this work, b*tch
Just don't tell nobody sh*t
Woke up in a [?], b*tch
I'm geeked, look at my eyelids
[?], f*ck on me because I was stylish
If I like it, buy it
¿Who gives a f*ck? I'm dying
[?] if she lyin', I'm in my pillow crying
Staring at the ceiling, then I start sighing