"We're dying on the inside." Right on time here's the other shoe. Clouds overhead start to loom. Some born to win others fated to lose. From options offered
All day it is there to remind An oversensitive guy That he's lost and alone Yeah I hate our favourite restaurant Our favourite movie Our favourite show We would stay up
how step-dads get fucked up This is how it happens to you That's how people get fucked up This is how it happens to you That's how people get fucked up
With heads for tails we've wrapped around the world Our amber paths are etched to globes in code We ride on tigers through fields of young and old
the punch me in the chest just trying to get some sleep they throw me in a jeep try to sell me drugs listen to me with the bugs in a pizza van i ain't no fucking
the flesh pay no mind to the hide Pigs at the trough slit and squeal Done up and stuck like a pig for a meal Painted and tied and dressed up Get it on
Empty words backed by empty symbols cover up empty promises obscure the whole truth so i've tried to listen empty slogans they just fall on my left
comes And all this heat has finally gone Watching the sweater come out this time That we have only a few months is a crime One day let's set up a home
"We're dying on the inside." Right on time here's the other shoe. Clouds overhead start to loom. Some born to win others fated to lose. From options
for lost It?s a fucked up sit- It?s a fucked up situation When the one that you love is never enough It?s a fucked up fascination It?s a fucked up situation
put one in Fucked up my transmission And they don't know about all this pussy I'm missin [Chorus: T-Pain (Background T-Pain vocals)] That's fucked up
Chorus] Roll another blenny up, pour another drink I want everybody to get fucked up with me Get a glass and fill it up Lick the philly, seal it up Everybody get fucked up
I don't know what to do with 'em but I'm a keep my head up like a big dogg get this money, fuck these hoes and say fuck all y'all I gotta heart I'm a
it 100. Hold up, now, just cause you blinged up, don't mean you changed up. That just certifies a nigga that came up. I fill the bank up, and fill the safe up
less fuck with the kidd get tooled to the head, tooled to the chest nigga I'm the best when it come to this street shit you got ya hands full fuckin with
at you Fuck mind-fuckin each other, hot girl what it do Break bread or fake dead, I ain't with horse-playin I'm tryna fuck ya till when you get up ya
once think he fuck in me again I might aswell go to jail and be a punk then I got connects in Detroit Michigan you coke price fucked up see yo boy and
had to make that bust up my fucking money I was druggin hard, Nigga thought it was funny Now I think its funny, I just say I did it, done it Now I'm up
