You do it to yourself and you're the one to blame, so go on ahead with your slutty game. Beg for attention but I'm not buying, all I can do is laugh when
Another day, nothing new, another day I fucking blew. Everything's wrong, but I'll fake a smile, I'll say it's fine but I'm in denial. I need a change
Dealing with you is more than I can take, 'cause you're just another fucking fake. Overtime you'll fade out and everyone will know what you're about.
The same old shit on a different day, wishing you'd just go away. Another wasted night, I've got you to blame, I think, I think I'm going insane. You'
Apologies are worthless and I've heard it all before, the same old story, it's such a bore. You won't get the best of me anymore. I remembered every word
I believed every word a you were someone I respected, but this is a disease and everyone's infected. (You're all the same). It's a sick place and you'
Rumors, gossip, I can't stand it, if I hear anymore I'm gonna be sick. Everyone's problems are your pleasure, talking down on others makes your lives
(You're a waste) and everything you do, (you're a waste) proves you've got no clue, (you're a waste) and it's nothing new, (you're a waste) but I fucking
It's by your side, it won't go away, it's their to haunt you night and day. Took a wrong tu9rn and now you're fucked, gonna lose your mind, gonna self
Explosion kiss, explosion kiss, the world Explosion kiss, explosion kiss, the love Explosion kiss, explosion kiss, for real (x2) Explosion in the car
the president got caught getting head so soon some people will be dead iraqi bodies scattered around by the cluster bombs that land in their barracks
Estoy buscando algun lugar lejano donde patear las cosas de mi mente. Asi un lugar como la noche como la noche para siempre. Cuando quedas suspendido
Coro: Guerrilla seca hip hop para que todos aqui se den cuenta como 2 negros venezolanos del under graond la liga revienta (revienta revienta) (bis)
We're at the bottom, We're barely breathing. Last in line, But we're not leaving. Pressure weighs down, we try to cope. Down on our luck, but we
The world's a leech And it's bleeding me dry. No one's got the will to even try. The people I help all seem to be The same ones who discredit me.
Naive and young, we were over our heads. Holding on to hollow words that we said. Took a chance, rolled the dice. Bled the blood, paid the price.
Have a chance to speak my mind... But the words - I can't seem to find. Maybe I don't know what to say... The answers always fade away. My mind is
The same old stories, The same old lies. But no one talking is looking me in the eyes. Every one is so quick to judge. They don't know me but they