Testo: Papa Roach. Old Friends From Young Years. GrrBrr.

I lie so you lie but I think we've lied too many times. Hit the ceiling of our sky. Why bother my other and call for another. Oppostite side. I will freak out and come back. Not gone far enough...I know that I and you will. Sit as a picture. Gerber bottle is fixture to the fit he was living. Was blown. Captain of motherland. Laughed on by brother's hand. Gotta make that hook-up to come through. You didn't know you got lied to. Hit the ceiling of the sky. You thought you could fly but your wings are made of wax. I cannot see you. You cannot see me. Cause you're high. You're too good of a person...