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Too Much, Too Young, Too Fast (Airbourne) · Too Much, Too Little, Too Late (Johnny Mathis) · The Sum of Who We Are (Framing Hanley) · Sum and Substance (The Mission UK) · Sum of the Parts (Larry Ridley) · And Now to Sum Things Completely Different (Phloide.com) · A Tribute to Sum 41 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Sum and Substance (The Mission UK) · Sum and Substance [Video] (The Mission UK) · The Best of Sum 41: 8 Years of Blood, Sake and Tears (Sum 41) – and 90 other albums »


under because of his hunger 
This game is risky 
If a nigga slips six deep 
Will these niggaz really miss me 
Dead partners too soon 
All these
Lucky number seven every dice I roll
Sum 41 to the power as the poon patrol

[Chorus: x4]

Well let's avoid confusion by makin' one thing clear
Clearing webs from the hovel
A blistered hand on the handle of a shovel
I've been digging too deep, I always do
I see my fate on the surface
I
Clearing webs from the hovel
A blistered hand on the handle of a shovel
I've been digging too deep, I always do
I see my fate on the surface
I
we could do whatever
She got a crew too and said that we should get together
I said, "Aight, just call me back in a hour
So I can take a shower
Clearing webs from the hovel
A blistered hand on the handle of a shovel
I've been digging too deep, I always do.
I see my fate on the surface
I look
Clearing webs from the hovel
A blistered hand on the handle of a shovel
I've been digging too deep, I always do.
I see my fate on the surface
I look
lightly along the ledge
Of a deep ravine where can be seen
The worth of passions pledged

The Queen of Hearts still making tarts
And I not making hay
stuck in your gut sucker
"All Killer No Filler" like Sum 41
where I'm from, where I'm at, livin' life in the sun
We make no apologies, take no prisoners
I shoulda been by know
Cadilacs stand to the tree line I making then be like
Swerving to the curv tires pealin rubber pealin
Pull up to a halt but
clip that's about to explode 
oh, you didn't know ?
it's dem boys dirty, dirty 
act n wit dirty, dirty
he go by that bloody, bloody
six feet deep in
along the ledge
Of a deep ravine where can be seen
The worth of passion's pledge
The Queen of Hearts still making tarts
And I not making hay
Oh I
to cry my pain
And ocean feels it too sighs his name on whispering waves

Wrote his name next to mine big and deep there in the sand
Till the earth
everything she does is divine and she replied with a blank expression
(An object lesson 
In making me feel benign) then whispered, 

"Independence
and praise that we have made it
Making a new start
I know a place for you baby
Deep inside my heart

We're on that magic road
We need each other so
Never
deep enough to realize that I'm shallow
My head I keep it up but its hard to keep it straight
when you don't believe in love,
and you just can't cope
me too
Don't cha?
You got sum street love in my crew
Don't' cha? 
You can bring ya girls
I'm ah bring my crew
We be bumping threw
Like OOOO
I'm a playa
lightly along the ledge
Of a deep ravine where can be seen
The worst of passions pledged.

The Queen of Hearts still baking tarts
And I not making hay,
a wish away

Start a new fashion, wear your heart on your sleeve
Sometimes you reach what's realest by making believe
Unafraid, unashamed
There is joy
on for far too long
I've been holding on
I've been holding on much too long.

What's she like when you're making love and stars are in her eyes?
When
"Wow!" said the broken Californian down
On the beach that used to be by the beach
Town hasn't moved but's getting closer, losing ground
Making
comprehend 
We making crazy money so stop watching what we spend 
We multiply by ten 
Selassie fly the gate 
I trample all my enemies cause man a hold
we're dug in deep here
Why can't we live high with the wind
You're just a freckle away from changing everything
I'll make this easy
By calling on my
the Dunn, P., but not the bottle
I keep broads by the (?)
Shape and mold em like waffles
Call em by the palm, get up in they ear like 'Uhh' make a dike
Emotionally and physically
I like my women deep
I like 'em
Hot blooded by nature
But not promiscuous
A women who can relate to
Being spontaneous
And yet I like