it's hard enough to be myself You got me on a leash, a damn damn leash And it's hard enough to be myself Well I've got my problems over here You got yours
now don't judge we're spittin' our sleaze across the safety No new ideas they're all the same here And then shake your shit and open your ears? Oh
damn lungs Cause that's the last time I'll ever let you in Bloodshot eyes and I look up You take the water from my lungs to fill your cup This is no
little men stole it ######################## I met my ego half in the bathroom Telling me secrets in the mirror Well im not ### to the room I might just be
My lip bleeds in rememberance of you Thoughts tumble out- calling out for you My lip bleeds in rememberance of you Thoughts tumble out- calling out
shut up, so please shut up, so please shut up, so please shut up until your dead stop talking right now rip out your mouth- you're a machine gun!
Even if we take the best of each other Even if I hate to see you own another Even if we make the worst of each other Even if we play a game with one
thing there is if you want to catch the biggest fish in your pond you have to be as attractive as possible make sure to keep your hair spotlessly
spit on beats And smash motherfuckers In the middle of they own sreets Give me my shit bitch, is my reply Or we braking your jaw and swelling your
bite are the bugs (Oww..) And unlike other theme parks, the mice won't say "Hello" And if you're having troubles with your own family pet You can
the pain and now let me eat your brain life is lame so let me eat your brain life is lame so let me eat your brain life is lame so let me eat your brain
to go about Making your amends to the dead To the dead With your halo slipping down Your halo slipping Your halo slipping down Your halo slipping down Your
put ya Money on it And i'll win it like I want it Take money that use to be yours and go spend it like i own it Mad cause you know that you only gon
scheamin on your rings and fronts But don't sweat it, cause that's the life out here A lot of niggaz, be livin real trife out here I got my own place
bird, waddles out of his shell while lifting Ida on his shoulders with an ignominious "honk!" He can?t quack like the others. He is much larger than the others
d have to clean up his own cage himself And if he lost a little weight he'd be a keebler elf He'd really be something, my mangled little munchkin Plus his head would be
scheamin on your rings and fronts but don't sweat it, cause that's the life out here A lot of niggaz, be livin real trife out here I got my own place
thing there is if you want to catch the biggest fish in your pond you have to be as attractive as possible make sure to keep your hair spotlessly clean
