I've seen inside you know, Taking the ride up north Big Sur. Off or on, it really shows, You need something more. Oh the sun it shone strong, but not
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There's nothing like losing out so long To the bad things I've done wrong Ooh Right now I'm feeling so beat Just wanna run into the street Right now
I blink blink and your gone and you came back singing your same old grave yard song Got face face ugly as sin and you got blood on my moccassins and
Im watching fireworks go off we'll flock to it like we're moths Jumping over like a wedding in the south I can still taste that stripe in my mouth If
We're Trapped like rats my brains is dead I dont even want that We're trapped Eating all of your scraps Like rats Swallowed by the ocean My brains Searching
I been comin undone And my head is spinnin Right from the start I should probably quit drinkin I been comin undone And my head is spinnin I see what
I do anything just to get some I guess I do just what I love My mind in a white orgasm I'm a cocaine werewolf Run run run run running around I want
want more more more more Stay up all night drinking like my mother Gonna abuse my privledges just like my father when will i be free? When loveless lovers start loving
Oh why are you with that other guy? Oh why do I have to live this lie? Suffocate him I do it best I take his life I'll leave a mess I won't be happy
I don't like your face (I don't like it, I don't like it) Paint it funny colors (Funny colors, funny colors) Like your warpaint (Warpaint, warpaint)
the painful scene we're in With the silence falling coldly on a world of make believe And the ending that I still don't understand It's a bad love story
And that's not a bad thing The coffee keeps on coming The waiter keeps smiling As I'm riding on this river of caffeine And that's not a bad thing I used
closest thing to Jesus is suffering And the closest thing between us is air Don't say a word, that's not enough And the closest thing to Jesus is suffering And the closest thing
get me Cats wanna leave me for dead you comin with me Gettin head in the Bentley red at one fifty (aah!) Straight lose it, love two things my money my
Cats wanna leave me for dead you coming with me Get head in the Bentley red at one fifty Straight lose it, love two things my money my music Might co
sprees overseas cuz the money ain't a thing One day it's gonna be reality, now picture me struggling Hustling, muggin' and doin' bad Elevatin', behind
things you do I'm coming home, straight home to you You're the only one, that I would ever be true to [Chamillionaire:] They say that I got it bad,
