Produced/ Directed by:
(C) 2009 Impostor Productions

Lyrics:
Im dum dum dee dum dum dum Im dum dum

Whyd I go back with Chris?
I must be crazy.

Kicked my ass in the Lambo, Now here is how it started
Got a text, some dumb chick, Chris wont speak about it
In his car, rental car, dont want to think about it.
Feels like Im going insane, yeah

Chris Brown in the night, hell come and grab you.
Threw the keys out the car, he said Ill kill you
Now I know that aint wise, but what would you do?
Choke holds arent very comfortable.

Pull over right here, come at my face with the thunder.
He wont play nice, watch out you might just go under
Should have thought twice, my face is physically altered.
But if he wants sponsors, snot wise.

He thought he was a MURDERER, he just ran of and left me here.
Disturbia! Got the crap beaten right out of me.
Disturbia! Got the biggest thighs youve ever seen.
Disturbia. Disturbia

Friends tell me let him go, Its like they talkin to me
Diddys cool with it all, my dad dont even mind.
I got a Rubix, Cant figure this s#*t out.
I want a sandwich with mustard.

Even after that night he strangle grabbed me,
He Ike Turner-ed and purchased me some jewlery.
Even though Wrigleys gum dont even want him.
I want back the monster.

Now were together now, its like it never ever happened
I hope he knows now, no more again any rental cars.
He better think twice, or well go back to how it was.
But if I want sponsors, snot wise. (less info)