"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
you'll never get the chance If you ain't puttin out bitch, make other plans I still keep my money in a rubber band with the pitchfork sealed up, on the other
the lead singer in D12 baby They're all like "Oh my god it's him" "Becky oh my fuckin' god it's Eminem" "I swear to fuckin god dude you fuckin rock" "
to double up in case the condom snap (50 cent) Look don't ask me for shit man I aint got nothing for you man what? Bitch what the fuck you mean
in a seat Then get the fuck up and move your feet! THIS AIN'T A FUCKIN' BED! IT'S A MOTHA FUCKIN' PIT! You could rock each other later But in da crowd
thugs get lonely Sometimes I Cry, fo' niggaz I'm a baptized when will they realize I Live It Up cop tha coke sell it and re' it up I'm Always On Time
To the eye blacker, over handed face the palm smacker, Good scrapper, cat stacker, good wood packer, Tear up the Dom P wrappers faster, Platinum patrone splasher, fuck
