Lyrics:
Autobiography

flirt Right now I'm solo, but that will be changing eventually, oh Got bruises on my heart and sometimes I get dark If you want my auto, want my autobiography

You sure can dress me up in diamonds You sure can dress me up in dirt You can throw me like a lineman I like it better when it hurts Oh, I have waited

It's been three days You come around here like you know me Your stuff at my place Next thing you know you'll be using my toothpaste Step off, sit down

I was six years old when my parents went away I was stuck inside a broken life, I couldn't wish away She was beautiful, she had everything and more And

I find myself wrong again staring out my window Wondering what it is I should've said I find myself at home again waiting for the after call From a fallout

Take it back, take it all back now The things I gave like the taste Of my kiss on your lips I miss that now I can't try any harder than I do All the

Yo, I got an idea Let me go grab sticky right quick Hey yo, stick, stick Yo, Slim Shady Yo, I just had like a nightmare Wait it wasn't like a nightmare

I'm writing young and gifted In my autobiography I figured who would know Better than me I'm certainly the former But I'm not so much the latter But

Chorus May the lord protect me as the world gets hectic My voice projected my life reflected Daddy was a crack fiend 2 in the morning had us running