a friend At least until the end Would you, give me life support? It never has to end But these are the numbers Let me look at the numbers Oh, let me
really needed a friend At least until the end Would you give me life support? It never has to end These are the numbers Let me look at the numbers Now
clap that’ll leave you on the side like a Kangol hat. He ain’t have no choice he was born this way These streets will pull your number like a phone display
down hold up a blunt I smoke the kinda stuff that make the records go number one Cuz if at first you don’t succeed, won’t hurt to smoke some weed Now
with canibus And put yours on the owner's table (here listen!) Lesson four: 'know you heard this before' Hey let me get your number; I'll call you tomorrow
watch her fall, her broken heart grows numb Laughing as it all unfolds, Self-righteous grudging soul All that you breed will become your disease and will only hurt
sex or only violence That feeds your obsession You send me to a broken state Where I can take the pain just long enough Then I am numb -t hen I just
it's never gonna work this time [Brian:] We're to the point of no return And along the way the only thing we've learned Is how to hurt each other
bout to make your body feel numb Pulsate your body penetrate your skeleton This little diddley definitely demonstrates some Dum diddley dum - so dance to the drum [Chorus] Don't hurt
me ask you, you wah ask lie (wah ask lie boy) (Oh and I) When me deh down at the laundromat Find a number in yuh cargo pants (ah who phone number dis
left me alone boy I'm real to the chromosome you a clone boy Chicks get bone I'm know for getting dome boy Probably got your baby moms number in my phone
blocked your number So you couldn't phone Don't wanted hear "Baby, I'm sorry" You don't get to apologise Cause I'm not weak I'm now strong You hurt me
decline) She had school with no aid, no HIV Hope you don't get in the club with that fake ID Why would you hurt somebody that you called your man for
that body that you call your man, and anytime you need a shoulder -- it's yours, night or day, but what I'm tryna say is, I wanna be... [Chorus:] The last number
you losing all the hope you thought we'd found, I think we're numb [x6] And tell me do you feel like dying? Tell me does it hurt just waking? Tell me
you got me locked in a paper cage you think i'm chained up but i'm just tied down step aside get out of my way i won't hurt you i had enough being pushed
