"Never Been To The Parties" lyrics

I don't deal with lies
I don't deal with guys
But if you got some eyes
Then you know that I'm fine

I put that shit on we drove to the beach
Caramel lil bitch and she matching the seats
I mean caramel lil lady
Today these folks cancel you like reservations
And "Uncle Sam" sure gon' pull up for his payment
So, nigga won't risk their career for a statement

And I don't blame 'em
I'm a crashout
Least that's what they say when you lash out
When these nigga live in a glass house
That karma don't come taking back rout
It come back 'round
Then a back 'round
I'm in the background
Like "Who laughing now?"
I'm a petty gal
Like confetti showers
Like I'm Eddie now
Like a teddy bear in some Eddie Bauer

I hate these fake righteous bitches
High heels, and dry snitches
I hate the fact that I cry every time my cycle visit
I don't get it when I'm down
You stick around
With me
I love you down

Mantelpiece in the condo growing
Got a Grammy and an Oscar on it
And these weirdos never even thought about it
So, I can never stop talking 'bout it
And the fact I never even caught a body
In an industry where everybody
Fuck with everybody
I never been to the parties

Said I coulda been bigger but
It wasn't that kinda party
Coulda tripled them digits up
'Cause I know where you bury your bodies

Do you ever feel weird as fuck?
All that shit you said when you were salty
You was wishing for the worst
So, don't clap when you owe me a "Sorry"

You know everything that shine ain't gold
I feel the pressure but I'm never gon' fold

You look like a vibe
But I can't subscribe
I got my own issues
It might be the wrong excuse
But the woman I've grown into
Still picturing herself as a kid
Praying every day for the Lord to forgive
'Cause I had kissed a girl and then said we was friends
My daddy found a strap and I said it was Jen's
Always had to pretend
That's how it began

When you ask me why my baggage piling in, bitch
You can go mind your business now
Ask yourself why you're always the savior
I don't even air these bitches out
'Cause I'd only be doing 'em favors
I can't

I hate these fake righteous bitches
High heels, and dry snitches
I hate the fact that I cry every time my cycle visits
I don't get it when I'm down
Don't mess around
With me
I'll bring you down

Guess you didn't wanna keep fussing 'bout it
Went 10 months I was lost without it
Bought a Porsche just to get back
Sold it back
'Cause I didn't really give a fuck about it
Look, I just ain't wanna sulk about it
And everyone can make a joke about it
But least I never been to the parties

Said I coulda been bigger but
It wasn't that kinda party
Coulda tripled them digits up
'Cause I know where you bury your bodies

Do you ever feel weird as fuck?
All that shit you said when you were salty
You was wishing for the worst
So, don't clap when you owe me a "Sorry"

You know everything that shine ain't gold
I feel the pressure but I'm never gon' fold