Man Up Lyrics - Amerie

It's over, it's over, it's over 

What the hell do you want from me? 

Why don't you leave me alone 

It's been a done deal with you for a minute 

So you need to get along 

What's the problem? 

Why is it so difficult for you to see? 

That I don't want you no more 

If I was you I'd be embarrassed 

For the way, I carry on 

You's a grown' ass man 

Dawg you can't even stand on ya own two feet 

Now your lookin' my way 

It's too late 'cuz you messed it up with me 

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You needa change your tone 

Get your swagger goin' 

You gotta hold your own 

So don't call my phone 

'Cuz you ain't gotta home with me no more 

Get it out your head baby 

It's over, yes it's the end 

No matter what you try to do 

We will never be again 

I try to be patient but I can't take it 

Get ahold of yourself 

It will never be you again 

Understand it'll be someone else 

You's a grown' ass man 

Dawg you can't even stand on you own two feet 

Now you're lookin' my way 

It's too late 'cuz you messed it up with me 

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You needa change your tone 

Get your swagger goin' 

You gotta hold your own so don't call my phone 

'Cuz you ain't gotta home with me no more 

This is the last time for this conversation 

Can't do it your excuses are so amazing 

Get throught it I know your tryin' to change my mind 

But you know your only wasting my time 

What do we got to go through this 

I'm sick of the B S I'm done 

So you'll never get this again 

Hey ama ama amerie 

Ain't no need for anger 

He a lil' boy just give him the middle finger 

Call your big brother, bitch slugga, weight plugga 

He gonna get enough for dialin' up ya numba 

Coward, this homie got a twat pushed outward 

Chicks with dicks don't belong in yo mix 

Long as you straight, playin' back in the quarter eights 

Steppin' in zeppies, reppin' D C, ya stink 

NYC mah place, Nas relate, fly estates 

Fine wines and diamonds, crembole on da plate 

And yall girls relate so put yo hands up 

And what, tell the mutha fucka to man up 

You's a grown' ass man 

Dawg you can't even stand on ya own two feet 

(Hey, stand on ya own two) 

Now you're lookin' my way 

It's too late 'cuz you messed it up with me 

(Now it's just too late) 

You needa change your tone 

Get your swagger goin' you gotta hold your own 

So don't call my phone 

'Cuz you ain't gotta home with me no more 

(Just leave me alone) 

You's a grown' ass man 

Dawg you can't even stand on ya own two feet 

(No matter what you do) 

Now your lookin' my way 

It's too late 'cuz you messed it up with me 

(I won't be wit you) 

You needa change your tone get your swagger goin' 

You gotta hold your own 

(Keep it movin') 

So don't call my phone 

'Cuz you ain't gotta home with me no more 

Ohh no, no