Lyrics:
I'm condemned, I'm condemned
Oh, my heart is on the mend
Nobody gives a damn about me
You can tell me that you love me 'til your little lungs turn
to your long list of traitors who don't understand
And I'll look back and regret how I ignored when they said
"Run as fast as you can"
Dear John, I
On the hostess with the mostes' on the ball
I've a great big bar and good caviar
Yes, the best that can be found
And a large amount in my bank account
When
can't I just walk away
Who's got the time, I need my space
Maybe someday in another time and place
Who's got the time, I need my space
Maybe someday
everything in this magical world is quite what it seems
Follow me, follow me, down, down, down
I do not need, I do not need nobody (turn off the light, turn
everything in this magical world is quite what it seems
Follow me, follow me, down, down, down
I do not need, I do not need nobody (turn off the light, turn
to the Patriots to rap
Not a man, I'm a weapon who just happened to be a rapper
Who just happen to be on the crapper
When it happened I had an epiphany in
home
Back home to Jesus
Never turn away, never turn away, never
You take me as I am, knowin' I can be better
I'm alive, put back together by Jesus,
where my Adrian's?
Nobody's crazy as Shady in an eighty million mile radius
I'm what Tom Brady is to the Patriots to rap
Not a man, I'm a weapon who
please 'cause (come back, come back)
We belong together
Who else am I gonna lean on when times get rough? (Who else?)
And who's gonna talk to me
to your long list of traitors
Who don't understand
And I'll look back and regret how I ignored when they said
"Run as fast as you can"
Dear John, I
with no one to blame.
But who can I turn to? Who holds the key?
And who has the answer? I think it's inside of me.
All things considered it looks
are unmoving
As for me, it won't be my city again until I'm dead
Fuck the New York Post
L.A, who am I to need you when I've needed so much, asked
it feels so empty without me
A tisk-it a task-it
I'll go tit for tat with anybody who's talking this shit, that shit
Chris Kirkpatrick, you can
me
I'm a long distance pimp
When I land, my bitches want for me on the strip, yep
And I don't lie, I confess
I'm the one who turn that orange vest
to the bass, c'mon
Turn up the radio
They claim that I'm a criminal
By now I wonder how
Some people never know
The enemy could be their friend, guardian
me
I'm a long distance pimp
When I land, my bitches want for me on the strip, yep
And I don't lie, I confess
I'm the one who turn that orange vest
Lay the fibers side by side
And you'll begin to understand
I know it's over
I was born a choker
Nobody's comin' for me
Comin' for me
Mm-mm (I
I've got no time for fairy stories
I'm not a little girl
So you can leave me all alone
And turn of the lights as well
If you were frightened
made me a balloon 'cause my ego inflated
When I blew, see, but it was confusing
'Cause all I wanted to do's be the Bruce Lee of loose leaf
Abused ink,
you boise
Sweeter than that nobody can understand
Now you could have broken my heart inna so much section
Mash me up until me nearly turn in a mad
didn't love you, I'd be good by now
I'd be better than barely gettin' by somehow
Yeah, it would be easy not to miss you, wonder about who's with you
everything with years to pay
And nobody else can save us now
And that's alright by me
'cause I say
We make love in the face of it all
Feel the freedom
to your long list of traitors
Who don't understand
And I'll look back and regret how I ignored when they said
"Run as fast as you can"
Dear John, I
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