My soul's sucking dry My soul's been sucked dry Emptiness surrounds me Bitterness crowns me Emptiness surrounds me Bitterness crowns me With my soul
Walk to the bridge, stand like a fridge Empty and cold, burning a light bulb Outside Right now Get down Right now People gettin' busy Right now Get
Yo! Homey don't play like that bulls--t Hey, Mr. asshole, what's your dirty hassle Sitting in your castle, judging everyone You're acting like it's chill
She is gettin flaky Doesn't wanna take me She's a special lady Gonna shake and bake me Feelings, I have so many feelings And I know that I'm dealing
Feel like a piece of shit Feel like a piece of shit Feel like a piece of shit Feel like a piece of shit Feel like a piece of shit
Bless the scepter The genius too S--t the eagle Don't be cruel My little sunchild My blinding sun Stab my power With everyone Supergolden black sunchild
Tell my baby I'm gettin' home now Tell my baby I'm gettin' home She don't need me I don't need me Who's gonna need me? Someone's crying, someone?s changing
You been a talking now You been a rocking now You been a guessing now You been undressing now You going up and down You got a super sound You got a lot
[Neighbor 1:] "Come on, motherf-er. Put your clothes on, come on. Asshole!" [Neighbor 2:] "You lousy puke!" [Neighbor 3:] "F--k you!" [Neighbor 2:] "
I ain't got no inclination Give away my sweet sensation Sleeping' in an old tool shed Scumbag crying' on his pillow [Backing vocals:] Ooh... When
Judge me on the inside With a finger full of gravy Wanna get you on the sofa, Lady, wanna Shake and Bake me Pocket full of blood And gotcha on a mound
Put me in a hole in the ground With the money and the towel And the women all running' around Can't complain about the mess Momma killed the only dress
She took me off my guard with disappointment I got sucked inside of her apartment She's got dried-up flowers, flaky skin A beaded necklace and a bottle
(One more time..) I was born in this hotel Washing' dishes in the sink Magazines and free soda Trying hard not to think Lay it on to the dawn Everything
Yo, homey don't play like that ? S--t Hey, Mr. asshole, what's your dirty hassle Sitting in your castle, judging everyone You're acting like it's chill
Windy Windy Looking for a better home Gotta be Gotta be Running out of light bulbs Crowded Crowded Open to a waste can Yellow car Yellow car Better
I'm totally confused...by you I'm totally confused...by you Ten-foot man, making my lunch You'll never understand I want you so much And I never, never
I don't want no crying' All upon my sleeve I just want somebody Who got no place to be? You call me up on Tuesday I'll be stuck on Sunday night Looking