Mmm, aa, yea Here is the money that I owe you Yes so you can pay the bills I will give you more when I get paid again I hate those people who love to
[Muir, Clark] Quack quack wop woop I'm about to get my thrill And I don't it from no funny ass pill I'm about to straight break loose I could fight
Thinking what should I do Now I don't have you Facing my demotion I'm just a fish in your ocean Has been, that's what I am With my backstage wristband
You want him that bad, then girl you can have him You want him that bad, then girl you can have him Say you want him that bad, then girl you have him
I've been drooling At some mangy scraps of bread And these hungry voices Make a lot of noise inside my head Show me the way to the rubbish dump Or the
[Chrystina] Hope she like my, hope she like my [[Girlicious]] Leftovers, leftovers, leftovers [Chrystina] Hope she like my, hope she like my [Natalie
here is the money that i owe you so you can pay the bills i will give you more when i get paid again i hate those people who love to tell you money is
And I will walk with you hand and hand in pride Hand and hand to where the demons lie I don't want to hide Fourteen steps two doors But to wake
Never know what life is gonna throw at you Never know what life is gonna throw at you Based on a true story They say he struggled they say he fell I
Jesus Christ, I feel like taking life I'm screaming peace but know its price And you all screaming bigger slice My God, I don't need this I don't need
I climbed up a tree to see if I could get to you I climbed up a tree I crashed to the ground I climbed up a tree to see if I could get to you I climbed
I'm done with yesterday, tomorrow I will drop today I cannot operate on what I can and cannot say I put my foot in it, tomorrow is another day Some you
I could be wrong here I could be the Son of God I could be right Selling you a little life Why you and not me? But you wouldn't see me You wouldn't hear
If I can change one (If I can change one) I can change two (I can change two) If I can change two (If I can change two) I can change four (I can change
Take a walk on the why side A fast ride, through anarchistic eyes Take a look at the real world The wheels turn, on sugar coated lies Reality is a fist
I wanna hear what the man with the gun has to say When he says what he has to say I wanna know why the man has a gun And the gun not the man, keeps the
Nobody listens any more to the lies Is there a woman who keeps swallowing flies Is there a Jesus waiting arms open wide Too many stories, and too many
As I look back my anger turns to rage These eyes become the windows to a cage Peace? When has peace had its page? As I look back, it looks me in the face
