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the hell is A.D.D.?
My friends say I should act my age
What's my age again?
What's my age again?

Then later on, on the drive home
I called her mom
a.d.d.?
My friends say I should act my age
What's my age again?
What's my age again?

Then later on, on the drive home
I called her mom from a pay
when it come to havin' a hit imma have another one.
Blink 182 times when you the Twista with Travis, madness

Kind of like a savage, grab it and murder
phenomenal 'cause when it come to havin' a hit imma have another one.
Blink 182 times when you the Twista with Travis, madness

Kind of like a savage, grab
but I got bored.
I was born to rock heads and fill them too,
But did the world really need another Blink 182?
Stuck on this Earth like glue since
you're twenty three
And I'm still more amused by prank phone calls
What the hell is call ID?
My friends say I should act my age
What's my age again?
What's
you're twenty three
And I'm still more amused by prank phone calls
What the hell is call ID?
My friends say I should act my age
What's my age again?
What's
you're twenty three
And I'm still more amused by prank phone calls
What the hell is call ID?
My friends say I should act my age
What's my age again?
What's
Blinded by the light 
Crossing the land 
In everlasting night 

Paralyzed in pain, what will remain? 
Will existence rise again? 
Paralyzed in pain,
you're twenty three
And I'm still more amused by prank phone calls
What the hell is call ID?
My friends say I should act my age
What's my age again?
What's
number up with every nigga you don't
Final number, some total of the niggas that won't
Break me down, shake me of my fame, my style
What time it is,
total of the niggaz that won't
Break me down, shake me of my fame, my style
What time it is, crew you can hate me now
And ten minutes from then you
number up with every nigga you don't
Final number, some total of the niggas that won't
Break me down, shake me of my fame, my style
What time it is,
Sail on silver wings, through this storm
What fortune love may bring,
Back to my arms again the love of a former golden age.
I am disabled by fears
me
But nevertheless you'll have stress, cause I don't rest
You want to know what my problem is, if you're curious??
I take this hip-hop shit too
Drawn towards these lands again
Seeking death and sacred soil
I ride the longing winds of my blackened soul
Growing stronger once I enter my
From wanting to be loved
From wanting to be praised by all
From needing to be first
From finding all my worth in this world
From wanting to be
why care when I'm awesome?)
Fuck what these cynics say
(Just goes to show that when my back's against the wall
And I'm under attack again, that I'll act
it again, ha
And do it some more
That does it, by golly
it's nasty for sure
Nasty nasty nasty
Nasty nasty nasty
Only thirteen, and she knows how
had to lie
About the place that I was born
Or from my hometown I was torn
At the tender age of four
I was livin' by homemade law

I never knew when it
the scars still linger

I cannot grow
I cannot move
I cannot fell my age
The vice like grip of tension holds me fast
Engulfed by you
What can I do
'cause I know what it feels like to be your age, 
You only have to do it once, 
And never again. 

Another drama by the kitchen sink tonight, 
You said
obliged if you step outside
Because my ride is awaiting our date and
Of steak and a night cap
We mating, awaking
By smells of perfume that I inhale
I'm standing by my window
And I'm waiting on the summer rain
And I'm standing by my window
And I'm waiting on the summer rain
Well, I felt this
I could be staring at somebody new
But stuck in my head is a picture of you
You are the thunder, I was the rain
I wanna know if I’ll see you again
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