Prince

I may not be alright, right

But I won't be okay, kay, kay, kay

I do this every dime, time

They make me feel insane, sane, sane, sane

They text you, say they're fine, fine

But they don't have the same, same, same, same

It's tricks inside my mind, mind

And I ain't into games, games, games, games

See, I wasn't worried about baby mamas

Hundred prescriptions and Vendi, Prada

The shit you would cook in the Betty Crocker