is just a memory. I think your spunk is running low. Oh it won't be long now, it won't be long. It's time for something new, something from the heart
breathe is just a memory. I think your spunk is running low. Oh it won't be long now, it won't be long. It's time for something new, something from the
make music for a living If that ain't the best job then give me your opinion Cause I love life, chilling for the night, case of budlight Small World for
these niggas want to get down on a couple of zones with Ro Fuck rapping, I need some right now money, it's getting crucial I'll be jacking for some right
go down, let me go let me go down alone Let me go down, just let me go down If I?m gonna go down, then just let me go Let me go down, let me go down,
Man I got my dark glasses on Cause I'm ready for the big lights All my money counted all my rubbers skin tight Me I always stood out you was more the
after the bubblegum craze You need something to open up a new door To show you something you seen before But overlooked a hundred times or more You need something
one foot on the brake, one of the throttle Falling asleep with writers block in the parking lot of Mcdonalds But instead of feeling sorry for yourself, do something
Why do I feel so alone Like everybody passing through the studio Is in character as if we acting out a movie role Talking bullshit as if it was for you
where you're headed Only heaven knows [Chorus] So set out your plans Break down your walls Count what you're blessed with You've counted them all There's something
holidays come and then they go It's nothin' new today Collect another memory When I come home late at night Don't ask me where I've been Just count your
new friend You're really Making a scene, and I've seen you Bouncing around, from machine to machine But you know that They're never really Never really what they seem And you can count
the result of some people's search for something relevant Stake claim immediately Cause hot products cool down At which point will flock the new sounds
ready Tell me when you're ready for a cheeseburger, pizza pie, TV dinner, chicken baby (Fat Sweaty Betty) I gets it all, I gets it all for ya, baby I
see? When was this cold and uncomely animosity begotten? Fucking with the lights left on, till every ounce of strength was gone Is there something you'd forgotten? When a new
choice was ours alone, Then why'd we both choose letting go? Does it end like this? Time never had a chance to heal your heart Just remember always counting down to a new
'm good at it And when I swim I think about numbers And count the laps When I was younger I saw a house burn down And I walked past it everyday for the
