What's up motherfucker? In this time of hatred I choose loneliness The pain I feel inside Makes me want to kill you I own you, I own you I own you,
This tragedy fills my mind Daughter of a whore, born from lust I see it in your eyes Throw it away, pushed to the side A pipe dream reality in my father
What you said I believed Words led me astray Lies of friendship, you let me down A hypocrites truth always the same Lies, lies, lies, lies, lies You
From day one it?s been a test for the best A road straight down Prayers at my bed Time and time again waiting to see our fall You can?t kill what?s dead
I don?t want to die But I feel that this is it Stomach in knots Twenty pounds less A weekend of hell Six months depression Lost in a love sick World
Everyday my dreams slip away I won't go out without a fight Everyday my life is taken from me I won't go out without a fight Treat me as the bastard
I?ve been down before So I chose to drink it away Used to wake up pour it down Hurt the ones I love everyday Today?s a new day, a fresh start for me
Society made me what I am That's bullshit You're a white suburban punk just like me I?m so sick, you fucking pigs Putting strains on my life Spreading
I feel I?m lost to the world Out of touch and far behind Put my passion to the test I feel I?ve lost it all Look at me with hate in your eyes A reflection
I watched you every day Saw the addiction get worse Fuckin' lied, when you cried Stole from your friends I stood by your side And watched you grow thin
Going nowhere fast everywhere at once No one is king and there is no God So if life is a test then I?ve failed you all Put the steel to my head and watch
There is no one watching them rest We are all on our own Walk down these streets of starvation and death Where mothers sell their pussies to feed their
Ohh, because we've sinned, because we've sinned Everyday it gets worse, gets worse, gets worse Gets worse, gets worse, gets worse, gets worse Stomach
All hell may broke loose in L.A. But the boys in Sacramento will still be doing business Hope you fucking beat me when it's twenty on one Hope you have
(LiL WyTe) Gimme da Microphone first so i could buss out dis bubbLe,whoevea idea dis was dey knew it was some trouble,'cause i get up in'em, get it sticky
When I say I love you and you don't respond It's okay 'cuz I know your heart Friends they think I'm a fool for staying so true to you But that's alright
[LiL Wyte] Gimme da Microphone first so i could buss out dis bubbLe,whoevea idea dis was dey knew it was some trouble,'cause i get up in'em, get it sticky
there are boys that i know who are mean as hell they keep to themselves and it's just as well they've got bad cars and they've got cool chicks greased
