Ok now let's all pretend That we mean something too. I mean, if she only knew, whoa. Herself as much as she's convinced that she does, She'd probably
She's been known to influence from underneath the bleachers She seems the type who takes it all off for the singers This perfect train wreck burns dreams
You call this a party? You?re lacking pinatas and compelling conversation. Did I think that this would work while you carry drinks in pockets like a
Left laying back to back with my wicked thoughts You love me but lost respect for my wicked self I'll wear the blame but wont believe that I'm a sinner
Why are you so tired all the time? Don't you sleep anymore? You're slipping, I hate to see you like this, Get your head in the game. Tell me, tell me
Six days straight and you're demanding results "Let's make this summer a good one" No time for love except the weekend I know that the title isn't
I know what you'll find when you look at me. All that nasty, itching apprehension took root and paralyzed me. If I could wrap myself up in your confidence
I pray for all the strength you lack. I can't accept the knowledge that my model is imperfect You promised never to be numb I was staving and you fed
Six days straight and you're demanding results "Let's make this summer a good one" No time for love except the weekend I know that the title isn't fun
place behind us 'cause there are too many people who don't give a fuck about this world, the little we got Make a change, take a stand efore it's too late
[Intro:] I need Christ, that's the only thing I know, I really can't breath right, I'm strangled by animosity from by own people, lately it's hard to
wifey was with him You heard of us, the murderous, most shady Been on the low lately, the feds hate me The son of Satan, they say my killing's too blatant
miles away Hell has come today Fire raining from the sky See the face of fear asking one last time Let me get home safe Before it?s too late One by one
m late Even if it's a lie they say everything is great I'm grabbin' the fattest asses, just to see 'em shake I swear I'm too real to be, I'm too real
of nuthin else, but a lil bit of wealth. Tryin to help they self, and I really can't blame you, cause I do the same too. Man do what you gotta do. But
hear are there Just to remind me Every dog will have his day The spirits they intoxicate me I watched them infiltrate my soul They try to say it's too late
It's too late baby, there's no turning around I've got my hands in my pocket and my head in a cloud This is how I do When I think about you I never thought