Lying in the wiped out park Where silver screams from the dark There's no direction A still erection to feel Can you swallow the mist from the space
Think you're pretty mean Acting James Dean I look real tough But it ain't good enough With your heart on your clothes You try and act with your pose
fool Don't cry wolf Don't be a fool Don't cry wolf It's no good for you kids Being told what to do There's a lot of change for you If you find something
have road the golden stars People standing in the rain Just to see that screen Verlaine Supersonic I'll come back soon 'Cause all we got is unlucky moon Old friend Smith works for
Stealin' cars lost in bars Treating hard-to-be's like superstars I wanna come home at 3AM I love my records Alright and I'm going to play 'em Problem
don't care about your miseries There ain't nothing you can do She's afraid of all your injuries Just makes you look a fool I guess you better fall for
wanna run around I don't wanna settle down Politically fashionable scene Facist managers dreams My politics don't sell clothes And riots don't sell my soul If I vote for
Thought you were a problem (problem) You're a stretcher case baby Make a little floor for the 30 year old whore Soon you'll be let out Not for your ecstacy
plastic cards But you can't create You've got your open bars But you can't relate Pretty as a mirror Ugly as your smile You won't fool anybody Not even for
It's your eyes That confuse me It's your eyes Oh that use me I miss your philly eyes I miss your smooth white lies Pass me a cigarette Maybe I can forget
*ckin' sad show You take my money You take my money You take my money You take my money you mess me around You take my money all seven pounds You take my money for
nigga, say I'm lying, think its a game if you want to partna Ay Ross I see you my nigga, I bump that Maybach music nigga when I'm playing music in my
I'm lying, think its a game if you want to partna Ay Ross I see you my n-gga, I bump that Maybach music n-gga when I'm playing music in my Maybach, ya
girl put in work Girl put in work (Verse 2) Push it to the limit Push it through the pain I push it for the pleasure like the virgin to the game A virgin
okay 'ma (and...) That's high school, making me chase you for months Having affair, actin like an adult for once Pluss my hand is up your skirt god damn
Can't ya digit, Honey? Rated XXX For the ladies, one hundred and ninety-five pounds of beef Chicky eyes, curly hair and gold teeth Swinging' with this
ain't always what they seem or cracked up to be Like all these fakin' ass rappers in this industry Talkin' 'bout what they got and they ain't got a damn
when a star attitude wasn?t defined By somebody being rude To when it was a pleasure definitely not a task To greet a fan with a smile and sign a damn
