Testi:
Washed Out You And I

me, I got you. Under unnatural circumstances, I forget all of your vain pretenses. But if you want to recreate for me, another sky and see, I got you

the 'Fuck You' to Richard Reines Who told me I should lose some weight Come to think of it, Payne, you too You screwed our fans, so we screwed you And up to this point, I

?re gonna have it out, let?s have it out You always said you were sure, I had every doubt If you need to talk for a little while, I?ll be here, but I

way. I still can't believe all that I've seen. Lately I've been anything but direct, So can I just spell this out, Or will I lose some respect? I've

I make junk mail for The Man Soon I'll be inking up your hands While you toss away my work Machines whir and I make plans I make junk mail for The Man I

in my mind Some things just don't wash out (Some things just don't wash out) Some things just don't wash out (Some things just don't wash out) Now years have gone by And

But my expanding state Tends to gravitate?. I?ll never fit the pants of a singer I lack the lungs of a winner I am failure?s dead ringer I?ve got the

with this, You bust caps at my Regal and ya missed Boy ya can't fuck with this, You bust caps at my Regal and ya missed Boy ya can't fuck with this, You

them roaches In your car motion I cause commotion And i probably need some lotion But i don't get fucked [CHORUS] [G Dep: sung] I am (a ghetto nigga) A ghetto nigga you