days that we all hold on to. reaching for a small-town downtown, night rain, All the slightly insane on the 18 North Main, An unwrapped gift from me
So sold out How dear you are How on earth did you come to live as a clown Close Closed down And here you are Sun and then the shade Sun eclipsed to
were ringing through my heart, and tearing open wounds apart, like spanning lifetimes spent within, its not what i wanted, sleep isnt very far from now, a gift
Always turning out for the worst, you were always my most consistent curse. Now I hope this gets you kind of heated, or stings a little if you even
a final slow dance through the days that we all hold on to. Here's the promises I've made, tied too tight to undo. An unwrapped gift from me to you. All
Dirty Pop I'm sick and tired of hearin' all these people talk about What's the deal with this pop life and when is it gona fade out? The thing you've
talk, save it You shit sounds dated, you're overrated I'm obligated to study your moves then crush you mutherfuckers If I'm the best and the worst, then God's gift
take them fools seriously I mean, they ain't talk about no 6-4, no Impalas They ain't shootin nobody (Shootin nobody) They ain't talkin about clothes
out, blast through the speakers With a wifebeater on, Bushe below, a new pair of sneakers Street niggaz hang on the sidewalk, that's where I learned my fly talk
Looking like a fool, tell me how they talk now Running 'round the town, but I swear the boy clown How you talk trash when it's you that I fed Yeah I talk
equal. That's why I speak no evil. CHORUS: Listen to the story of my savior And how he gave up Life So you could live. That's a hell of a gift
MY muthafuckin house" And y'all gots to go Through the door And if you can't find the door He'll help you with the four-four Talkin much shit on
after them I think I'm ready to be a woman Oh love, I think I'm ready Ready for it You were such a surprise An unexpected gift Said I was pretty, and
the pain, but I'm sayin Use your brain homie, do the right thang! (Lemme talk to 'em) Use your brain homie, do the right thang! (Lemme talk to 'em) You
changin, for nobody. [Mims talking:] I mean GOD damn doc. I been coming to you for the last 3 years and you ain't said shit. Seems like I talk my
[Spoken] Let me talk to em I guess you know you made it when they start talking bout you, right? Welcome to fame Ya'll don't pay me no mind, I just
Sick and tired of hearing all these people talk about What's the deal with this pop life and when is it gonna fade out The thing you got to realize, what