| Song | Apartment For Rent |
| Artist | Syleena Johnson |
| Album | Chapter 3: The Flesh |
| 作曲 : Bristol, Gist, Johnson, Torres | |
| (No, no, no) | |
| Ohhh..yeah | |
| It's funny how | |
| Every time we talk | |
| You're the boss | |
| Not this time | |
| Made up mind, love is lost | |
| Draw the line, saw it coming | |
| From a mile away | |
| Bet you wish | |
| You could just go change the day | |
| You're the one to blame for all the childish games | |
| Time I face the truth | |
| You ain't tryna change | |
| And I can't stay here (No more, no more) | |
| Another minute, hour, second | |
| Staring in your face | |
| Chorus: Is there an apartment for rent | |
| Is time that | |
| I leave and pack all my ish | |
| Does someone need a roommate | |
| Comes a time when a woman has lost all faith | |
| Is there an apartment for rent | |
| Fed up female, no dog, no kids | |
| Does someone need a roommate | |
| Leave your number and a message | |
| Cause I need it right away | |
| You bring out my violent streak | |
| I don' thrown it all you | |
| But the kitchen sink | |
| And I trust just as far as | |
| I can see | |
| It's killing me to be up in your presence | |
| So I look up to heaven, pray to | |
| God Asking | |
| Him to give me strength | |
| To stand up to this man | |
| That's abusing me | |
| Mentally it's too much | |
| That I'm finding, all the lying | |
| But I ain't gon' run behind him (Ain't gon run behind him) | |
| That I ain't my life | |
| Cause I can walk away (Chorus) | |
| I ain't no money | |
| But polimony pays 18% for the trouble that you made | |
| You made your own bed hard now lie | |
| You keep the crib | |
| Cause I'm moving out today (Repeat) (Ladies let me hear you say) (Chorus) | |
| Ablibs/Chorus out: | |
| Oh, Yeah, yeah, yeah | |
| Cause I'm out | |
| Mr. Landlord | |
| I dun lost, | |
| I dun lost all faith | |
| Is there an vacancy for me | |
| Fed up now, just can't take no more from you, no | |
| I'm know all | |
| I'm all I can do | |
| Boy, I'm through, so fed with you | |
| Take your keys, | |
| I'm out the door | |
| You ain't gotta worry bout me no more | |
| And it easy to walk away | |
| But it just ain't nothin else to say | |
| Cause I'm so fed up with you now |
| zuò qǔ : Bristol, Gist, Johnson, Torres | |
| No, no, no | |
| Ohhh.. yeah | |
| It' s funny how | |
| Every time we talk | |
| You' re the boss | |
| Not this time | |
| Made up mind, love is lost | |
| Draw the line, saw it coming | |
| From a mile away | |
| Bet you wish | |
| You could just go change the day | |
| You' re the one to blame for all the childish games | |
| Time I face the truth | |
| You ain' t tryna change | |
| And I can' t stay here No more, no more | |
| Another minute, hour, second | |
| Staring in your face | |
| Chorus: Is there an apartment for rent | |
| Is time that | |
| I leave and pack all my ish | |
| Does someone need a roommate | |
| Comes a time when a woman has lost all faith | |
| Is there an apartment for rent | |
| Fed up female, no dog, no kids | |
| Does someone need a roommate | |
| Leave your number and a message | |
| Cause I need it right away | |
| You bring out my violent streak | |
| I don' thrown it all you | |
| But the kitchen sink | |
| And I trust just as far as | |
| I can see | |
| It' s killing me to be up in your presence | |
| So I look up to heaven, pray to | |
| God Asking | |
| Him to give me strength | |
| To stand up to this man | |
| That' s abusing me | |
| Mentally it' s too much | |
| That I' m finding, all the lying | |
| But I ain' t gon' run behind him Ain' t gon run behind him | |
| That I ain' t my life | |
| Cause I can walk away Chorus | |
| I ain' t no money | |
| But polimony pays 18 for the trouble that you made | |
| You made your own bed hard now lie | |
| You keep the crib | |
| Cause I' m moving out today Repeat Ladies let me hear you say Chorus | |
| Ablibs Chorus out: | |
| Oh, Yeah, yeah, yeah | |
| Cause I' m out | |
| Mr. Landlord | |
| I dun lost, | |
| I dun lost all faith | |
| Is there an vacancy for me | |
| Fed up now, just can' t take no more from you, no | |
| I' m know all | |
| I' m all I can do | |
| Boy, I' m through, so fed with you | |
| Take your keys, | |
| I' m out the door | |
| You ain' t gotta worry bout me no more | |
| And it easy to walk away | |
| But it just ain' t nothin else to say | |
| Cause I' m so fed up with you now |