Lyrics:
"thank you".
Call me loose, but you'd fuck shorty too
I'm talkin' thirty-six, twenty-four, forty-two.
She be at the Pink Teacup
Drunk of Chardonnay an'
I'm s-I-c-k of my meaningless life
Where c-h-a-n-c-e-s pass me by
It's r-e-a-l-I-t-y
Presold, you are lady of terrible guilt
That's not my
of my time, waste of my time
My time
I'm mad but, I packed your bags up.
Put 'em by the door, you can have that stuff.
Story of them all,
to the S woah
Oh my God
Can you show me where im going
Im so sick of my showings
Feeling shallow in the deep end
And im scared of when the show ends
Think
The broken road has grown so old
I can't help, but pave it
I hope I find my way back home
Even though I hate it
Held back by all I've ever made
Fell
You call me baby
You call me baby
Did you ever feel so small
In the face of it all
That if you cut yourself in two
There'd be nothing left
what to do
In my head there's only you oh no yeah
And I've been thinking 'bout me
How the future will be oh no
I'm so sick of that old love
Cause I
talking that shat
'cause nuff cats pack then they die by gats
Is that self defense, or Common Sense
Kids with the dreams of a life sentence
No food or rent,
got no love
Pop 6, Ryu and Tak, cops know what it does
Hot shit by the bungalow, drop the bloody glove
Won't get caught killin' today, baby, cause I'm
I'd charter a jet plane just so I could be with you on that day
but that's me
I'm the kind of guy that if you were sick in bed I'd be
by your
I'm not very good at this if you can't tell by now
Do you believe in me?
Hang on to me -- I promise you
Forget the norm i'll take the path less
and everybody in the senate on a sick day
Lawmakers all caught up in the red tape, I read about it and I'm feeling like a headcase
Now they sayin' that I
that's leavin the game twisted
Havin niggaz and bitches, chasin riches
Thinkin that can make 'em happy that thought is quite ridiculous
And the shit I'm
Travellin, goin in and out, a juvenile delinquent
Meat-colored so you know I got a heart
Automatically, but I made it far
In the game, fame, fortune, get
as I ride with the Benji's
Fuck off the hook, nigga I'm off the fuckin' hinges
No gimmicks, just a crew of drive-by shooters
Coupe de Ville swoopers,
gave you are all dead roses
And im sick and tired of being hurt
By the ones that I let closest
Now I got these trust issues
You play with emotions
I bet
road?
will there be rest for this restless soul?
Im losing faith losing my grip on sanity
When will these games I play with time
Not weigh so heavy on my
the wrong that I've brought along and I've caused it all.
We are all wrong.
I've seen so little light in the grip of constant night.
Track my life by
heartbeat
one word: overrated
i'm so sick of your implications
stop wasting my time
wasting my night
wasting my everything you tough
stop wasting my life
you hold so close, are bein' raped an' torn
And yer barely holdin'... on...
Yer barely holdin'... on...
Oh I'm sick an' tired of waitin' for
how life can change at the drop of a dime
All it takes is a little faith that everything is fine
So I raise my glass to better times
I'm glad that I
and the wine and the whiskey don't mix
Shakin' so bad, think I'm gonna be sick
Buy 'nother scotch as I head to the door
Now it won't make me better
But I
you finish,
Go teach someone else, I think for myself
And I don't wanna know - I DON'T GIVE HALF A SHIT
I don't wanna know - I AM SO SICK OF IT
stop us
in highskool she switched her desk next to mine
so we could cheat while doing pop quizzes all the time
14th of February '93
little Jenny
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