Dani Taylor - Letters To The IRS

He said I told you I was workin' late, girl, you just didn't hear me
She's a coworker of mine who just happens to sit near me

So boy, what's that fake nail in your car?
That bill for cosmos from the bar?
When you and I both know you drink straight whiskey

He said it's a full moon baby
It always makes you crazy
Oh, I'll show you crazy

I wrote a letter to the IRS told 'em you don't pay your taxes
Sent a message on Instagram now I'm friends with all your exes
And you might think I'm losin' it well maybe
But you ain't seen nothing yet
I'll show you crazy

He said that he was outta town bad service at his hotel
But he swiped right on my fake account
Now he's got a hot date with himself

How many girls have lost their minds
Looking for clues like the FBI
Tryna find out if you're hooking up with someone else

I told the pastor at your church you got a drinkin' problem
I changed all your passwords, good luck tryna solve 'em
And you might think I'm losin' it well maybe
But you ain't seen nothing yet
I'll show you crazy

He said why you being so crazy
Oh, I'll show you crazy

I wrote your number on the men's room stall and said call me for a good time
Hit the bank and blew it all high rolling in Vegas on your dime
And you might think I'm losin' it well maybe
But you ain't seen nothing yet
I'll show you crazy
And you might think I'm losin' it well maybe
But you ain't seen nothing yet
I'll show you crazy
No, you ain't seen nothing yet
I'll show you crazy