Joke me something awful just like kisses on the necks of "best friends"* We're the kids who feel like dead ends And I want to be known for my hits, not
[Snoop] Whassup nephew? Sittin here choppin game, my nigga Bad Azz Niggaz get the misconception of us cause we so cold at what we do But I really wanna
You may be sad that's not that bad You may be sad You made me nervous For maybe more that just one day That's not that bad So sick and tired of waiting
Joke me something awful just like kisses on the neck of "just friends" We're the kids who feel like dead ends And I want to be known for my hits, not
a change of ideas When we are scared we can hide in our reveries But what we need is a change of ideas Change of ideas, change of ideas What we need
feel Make me feel retarded I can't leave it alone, jerk off on the phone I want you to come on over Pretty bad idea, pretty bad idea Really, really bad idea
Bad idea, bad idea, bad idea! Bad idea, bad idea, bad idea! 99% is great, the other 1% I hate Little things keep bugging at my head Wake up calls Bad
name Oh no I can smell gas in here again And you say what an explosive little sugar I am And I say well you know sweetheart you live on bad ideas
demon after demon so I ran as quickly as I could, screamin' maybe this was a bad idea oh no maybe this was a bad idea oh no this was a bad idea so
"Publicly subsidized! Privately profitable!" That's the anthem of the upper-tier (the puppeteer untouchable). We focus a moment, nod in approval and bury
"publicly subsidized! privately profitable!" that's the anthem of the upper-tier (the puppeteer untouchable). we focus a moment, nod in approval
me feel retarded I can't leave it alone Jerk off on the phone (yeah!) I want you to come on over Pretty pretty bad idea Really bad idea Really really bad idea
Joke me something awful just like kisses on the necks of best friends We're the kids who feel like dead ends And I want to be known for my hits, not just
Joke me something awful Just like kisses on the necks of best friends We're the kids who feel like dead ends And I want to be known for my hits, not just
Joke me something awful just like kisses on the necks of "just friends" We're the kids who feel like dead ends And I want to be known for my hits, not
basement with the American dream Take your time Baby ain't it crazy just to want it Arrogant to flaunt it Since we fell in love with a bad idea?
(1st verse) You came in so slow, but your exit was quick. Just one chance. Oh, I know it's a trip. All over the world you see it every day. You might
