my ear But, it goes to voicemail. Lips start to quiver, My face says 'help' As my eyes turn red And then begin to swell. I leave a little message Kinda spillin' out my
ballpoint ink In ancient Massachusetts Long before you called You traded him and many others For a drink Your fingers thick from hammers Well, it really makes you think And then my
, da, da My hotel room won?t remember me Darkness enter prison girls Pushing mops and kicking pails Now?s my chance I clasp my chest And declare unto my
tricks for eve if you don't know me from Adam My lyrics are hotter than summer school My image, far from an air conditioner beacause I never blow my
shaved even every door And voted for Eisenhower 'cause Lincoln won the war Now my grandma was a teacher, she went to school in Bowling Green Traded in
else to do Smoke cigarettes and drink my Mickey's Fine malt liquor brew As I start drinkin' and I start thinkin' That death is on my side If my heart
A little harder to deal with some of this stuff Know what I'm thinking? Less drugs and drinking No cigarettes and you'd feel a little less rough Is that enough? My
to deal with some of this stuff Kylie: Know what I'm thinking, less drugs and drinking No cigarettes, and you'll feel a little less worth Neil: Is that enough ? my
she borrows my pen She wants a car with a cup holder armrest She wants a car that will get her there She is changing her name from Kitty to Karen She is trading
I blow my brains out I blow my brains out Through my nose Oh, oh I blow my brains out I blow my brains out (Blow my brains) I blow my brains out (Blow my
talks about what no one really talks about. I cleaned up my act then I littered both Carolina's. It's music to my ears your name was my favorite song
Looking back on when I Was a little nappy headed boy Then my only worry was For Christmas what would be my toy Even though we sometimes Would not get
my solar system check the gauges, push in the tape, put my foot on the brake shift existence, light my cigarette and take it state to state until I crash into my
chorus (x2) Hey baby, I need to change. On top of that I need to keep the change. Mother fuckers put a filter on my brain, all the cigarettes of the
[Slug] Would you prefer if I remove... MY... UHH? Nah they.. they clean.. I mean.. what? You wanna look at the bottom of...? My shoes are clean girl,
tolerance I?m not a chance but a heatwave in your pants Pull a breath like another cigarette Palms up, I?m trading ?em, trading ?em I?m the oracle in my
Looking back on when I was a little nappy headed boy Then my only worry was for Christmas what would be my toy Even though we sometimes would not get
my door, don't call my phone I ain't pleasing you but motherfucker I'm grown and I'm lazy as hell but I'm on my own cigarettes, empty bottles and