[Verse 1]
Motel sex, fast food, marriage
Nine months, got a baby carriage
One year, your stuff's in the storage
My love is just your...

[Pre-Chorus]
Water under the bridge
Water under the bridge, what!
Water under the bridge
Water under the bridge, what!

[Chorus]
Every day I love you less and less
It's clear to see that you're obsessed
I've got to get it to the press
That every day I love you less and less
Every day I love you less and less
I've got to get it off my chest
The doctor says I need the rest
Since every day I love you less and less

[Hook]
Ho-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
I wanna let you know my mates love me
Ho-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
I wanna let you know my folks love me
Ho-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
I'm gonna let you know my girls love me
Ho-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
I'm gonna let you know your mates love me

[Verse 2]
Cocoa butter made by Palmer's
Used to love me in my pajamas
We used to share our lamb shoulders
When it rains, it pours like...

[Pre-Chorus]
Water under the bridge
Water under the bridge, boy!
Water under the bridge
Water under the bridge, what!

[Hook]
Ho-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
I wanna let you know my mates love me
Ho-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
I'm gonna let you know my folks love me
Ho-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
I wanna let you know my girls love me
Ho-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
I wanna let you know your boys love me

[Bridge]
What?
Pow, pow, pow, pow!
What?

[Chorus]
Every day I love you less and less
It's clear to see that you're obsessed
I've got to get it to the press
That every day I love you less and less
Every day I love you less and less
I've got to get it off my chest
The doctor says I need the rest
Since every day I love you less and less
Every day I love you less and less
It's clear to see that you're obsessed
I've got to get it off my chest
Every day I love you less and less
Every day I love you less and less
It's clear to see that you're obsessed
I've got to get it off my chest
Every day I love you less and less
Every day I love you less and less
I've got to get it off my chest
Every day I love you less and less
Every day I love you less and less

[Hook]
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oi
I'm gonna let you know my folks love me
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oi
I wanna let you know my mates love me
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oi
I'm gonna let you know your friends love me
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oi
I'm gonna let you know my mates love me

[Outro]
Boy
Pow, pow, pow, p-pow!

M.I.A.

One of the most musically-diverse and perplexing artists of the 2000s, Mathangi “Maya” Arulpragasam is arguably the decade’s best representation of Hip-Hop in its truest form and artistry in its broadest, most diverse format. Her lyrics are as political as Public Enemy, her sound is more eclectic than Stankonia-era Outkast, and she is as aesthetically-driven as Kanye West.

The road that M.I.A. was forced to travel to international stardom was not an easy one. Born on July 18th, 1975 in Hounslow, West London to Sri-Lankan Tamil immigrants, she moved to her parents' homeland when she was only six months old. However, it was the Sri Lankan Civil War which came to shape her childhood. During her formative years, she witnessed many her father was hunted as an enemy of the state, her schools were bombarded, and her impoverished family was constantly in hiding. In 1986, her family moved back to London to find stability and a sense of relative peace.

In England, she discovered her artistic talents and completed several years of secondary education in fine art – eventually gaining attention as a visual artist, painter, and musician. In the early-2000s, Maya began to seriously explore her musical talents and used the internet and underground radio as the means to build her reputation as a unique and talented firebrand. Amidst her no-nonsense politics, however, critics from around the world heard a talent in the making.