For all the things you said Id never do
For all the things you said that were untrue
For all the times you made me feel alone
Said Id never make it on my own
Things are lookin up for me now
Seems like Karmas makin its rounds
Its my turn now, wont be held down no
Karmas gonna visit you too
You gotta pay for the things you put me through
I hope you do, I hope you do, yeah, yeah
I hope your hell is filled with magazines
And on every page you see a big picture of me
And under every picture the caption should read
Not bad for a girl from the gutter like me
For all the times you said I got your back
For all the times you stabbed me
For all the times you tried to hurt my pride
For all the pain I held down deep inside
Things are lookin up for me now
Seems like Karmas makin its rounds
Its my turn now, wont be held down no
Karmas gonna visit you too
You gotta pay for the things you put me through
I hope you do, I hope you do, yeah, yeah
I hope your hell is filled with magazines
And on every page you see a big picture of me
And under every picture the caption should read
Not bad for a girl from the gutter like me
Needed to make me weak to make you feel stronger
I know yall bitches think Im somewhere dyin inside
O yeah poor Kina, she went home
She couldnt take it no longer
But Im, right here
Im right here
Im right here