I’m sick of everybody in my business

Wondering who I’m with

And how I’m kicking it

Wondering who I’m doing the dirty with

Wondering who I’m at home with

If it means anything to you

I’ll be going home alone

I got better things to do

Then to sit up under someone

Grunting and groaning and carrying on

Chorus: You see, I am free in my chastity

I got solace all by myself

Yes, I am free, yes, yes

I answer to me and me alone

I got no drama

Ain’t nobody’s baby mama

And I plan on keeping it like that

You may whisper about my personal life

Make assumptions based on conjecture

Just because I’m sleeping alone

That don’t make me homo

But I think you know more

About that than I do

You and your boys are mighty tight

And last time you bent over

Your drawers looked very white

So, you up in my face

Thinking I can’t get any

So, I should toss myself at you

Dude, you’re boring me

With all the predictable words you spew

Chorus: You see…

I got all my time to myself

Don’t have to worry

About answering to anybody else

I write what I want

As often as I choose

I ain’t got no one

Watching over my shoulder

Offering their input

When I didn’t ask them to come over

I don’t have to walk on eggshells

I don’t have to stroke any egos

To make any heads swell

I don’t have to be afraid

To get killed

Cuz I said something

About his penis

Heaven forbid

Chorus: You see…

Yea, yea, yea, yea

I’m free, I’m free

I can walk around at home

With no clothes on

And don’t have to worry

About no one begging for sex

I come home when I want

And when I don’t want to

I stay out all night and just don’t

Once again, listen to me

I’m gonna speak

Real slow and clear for you

Chorus: You see…