For all the things you said I'd never do
For all the things you said that were untrue
For all the times you made me feel alone
Said I'd never make it on my own
Things are looking up for me now
It seems like Karma's making its rounds
It's my turn now, won't be held down, no
Karma's 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 a 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
Needed to make me work to help you feel stronger
I know y'all bitches think I'm somewhere dyin' inside
Oh yeah, poor Kina, she went home
She couldn't take it no longer
But, I'm right here
I'm right here, I'm right here
