Don't Hurt Yourself (Homecoming Live)

作曲：Beyoncé,Jack White,Diana Gordon,James Page,Robert Plant,John Paul Jones,John Bonham

作词：Beyoncé,Jack White,Diana Gordon,James Page,Robert Plant,John Paul Jones,John Bonham

Who the ** do you think I is?

You ain't married to no average **, boy

You can watch this fat ** twist, boy

As I bounce to the next **, boy

And keep your money, I got my own

Keep a bigger smile on my face being alone

Bad ** God complex

I'll motivate your **

Call me Malcolm X

Yo' operator, innovator

** you, hater

You can't recreate her, no

You'll never recreate her, no

Hell no, uh

You just gotta let it be

Let it be, let it be, let it be, babe (oh)

You just gotta let it be

Let it be, let it be, let it be, babe

Don't hurt yourself, don't hurt yourself

When you play me, you play yourself, uh, don't play yourself

When you lie to me, you lie to yourself, you're only lying to yourself

When you hurt me, you hurt yourself, don't hurt yourself

Uh, you just gotta let it be

Let it be, let it be, let it be, babe

Hey baby, who the ** do you think I am?

I smell that fragrance on your Luis V, boy

Just give this fat ** a big kiss, boy

Tonight, I'm **ing up all your **, boy

The most disrespected person in America is the black woman

I am the dragon breathing fire

The most unprotected person in America is the black woman

Beautiful mane, I'm the lion

The most neglected person in America is the black woman

Beautiful man, I know you're lying

This is you're finale warning

You know I give you life

If you try this ** again

You gon' to lose your wife