All Saints

Way too long you had me in a headlock
Played my head till I was really brain washed
All those years you tried to really screw with me
Played the perfect son to everyone
Even loved by all the family
Foolin everyone around you boy but me
[Bridge:]
No more cryin all alone
No more wishing you'd come home
No more checkin' out your calls
I'm free
No more messin with my head
No more tryna understand
No more putting on an act
I'm free
See what goes around
Has to come on back round
So step on up while I dish it up