Living with me I don't think it would be so bad This is the first time this year that I'm not going to make you mad I'm tired of my conscious always telling
I've never felt so bad in my entire life But this time I did it to myself What do you expect from me? I did it, oh what do you expect from me? Let go
Before you jump down my throat I'd like to present you with Something I call personality Word travels fast when you're on the road I'd like to think what
I figured all the years we shared were proof enough To extend my hand and help you I know that getting started can be rough Enthused smile you seemed
All dressed up and nowhere to go I think I'm taking this trip alone Thirty seconds till I pass The questions you will never ask You know regrets will
I can't remember the time or place Or what you were wearing It's unclear about how we met All I know is it was the best conversation that I've ever had
I'm sick of smiling And so is my jaw Can't you see my front is crumbling down I'm sick of being someone I'm not Please get me out of this slump I'm sick
I thought I'd write you something to remember me by A commemorative for the two years you spent by my side But every day is a new mistake A new song to
I'm sorry, I heard about the bad news today A crowd of people around you Telling you it's okay And everything happens for a reason When you lose a part
Tell all my friends I'm dead I'm leaving you, this time it's for good Tell all my friends that I'm dead It won't be long before you forget my name Can
Sitting in my room, feeling sorry for myself I can't feel worse, well what else? I wonder what I could say To stop the voices taunting, laughing The
Now here's a tale Tale I will tell Blood lust after no sweet love And a many, many things I do so well Oh you know that's the end That's the end
Oh, Rapid Roy, that stock car boy He, too much too believe You know he always got an extra pack of cigarettes Rolled up in his T-shirt sleeve He got
Stoked Stoked Stoked Stoked Stoked Stoked Stoked
One, two, three, kick it Nigga know I hate his guts, so he don't cross my path 'Cause he know I've been survivin' all of the wars I had Bitch-nigga called
Straight to the lord of overstock He spoke for the millionth time Don't be late for the super deal Will save you a lot And take every cent you earn Heavenly
Hey Mama took everything See you change and leaving Come on, come on, baby, yeah Telling go with you Man, he don't call back I'm worried, worried Take
I've been getting by I've got no cross to bear But I'm still getting there You've got me down on my knees Begging you please don't leave Let me be nice