Ready, set, go. Our story starts right now. And I know I'm saving you somehow. . So I will try. To touch the Sky. To reach the stars above. And I'm coming now.
You say: I am dummy. You say: I am lost. You say: I am ugly. You say: I am lust. . Supernatural coming through my bones. Creeping in my soul. . Dead eyes are glowing.
(Party lights, I see the party lights). Whoa. (They're red and blue and green). Lights. (Everybody in the crowd's there). Mama, I want to go, go, go, go, go, go, yeah, yeah.
"I'm lurking in your pocket, better watch it, rizzle kicks, HA! ". What! I'm last on the heaven list,. 'Cause I couldn't give a ras what angelic is.. Even my laughter is venomous.
"I'm lurking in your pocket, better watch it, rizzle kicks, HA! ". What! I'm last on the heaven list,. 'Cause I couldn't give a ras what angelic is.. Even my laughter is venomous.
It's a puzzle that served us well. I think you're funny and you love my smell. Not enough, a lifetime of stuff we could want. We were simply buried alive.
These days, a lot a cats is outta line. Seems to me, like they need to get punched. Yeah, but where you gonna punch em?. Yo, the choice is obvious. . I'll punch you in the jeans.
Yeah. This beat remind me of back in the day. Sunshine chillin'. Man, tell em about your perfect Saturday. . Woke up at ten, no worries at all. Another sunny day in LA, that's time we roll.
Wine is sweet and gin is bitter. Drink all you can but you won't forget her. You talk too much, you laugh too loud. You see her face in every crowd. .
You got a lotta nerve. To say you are my friend. When I was down. You just stood there grinning. . You got a lotta nerve. To say you got a hand to lend.
Didn't I make you feel like you are the only one?. Didn't I give you everything that I possibly can?. But Lord, the love I give you it's never enough.
When the world outside of you. Seems to weigh too much for you. Then draw within' yourself. For there is no-one else. Well it's a sin. What I'm sayin'.
Tear that trickles from your eye to your ear. Like a pinball machine. Arm that melts over me. Like Salvador's dream. Light that spits across the ceiling.
Yea help, in this junk. Im drowning, drownin'. How long till I sell. My mothers?. So I become important to you. . In this junk. Drownin'. How long till I sell.