I saw you standing there. With your hand in his hair. And his hand in. Your back pocket. I couldnt help but stare. . I wanted to tell you. That I was back in school.
I left the North. I traveled South. I found a tiny house. And I can't help the way that I feel. . Oh yes, you can kick me. And you can punch me. And you can break my face.
I feel like an astronaut. Suffocating on the moon. So far from home. Encased in this plastic dome. I can barely see the earth from here. I cut my tether willingly.
Smoke Ft. T-Pain & Trae Tha Truth - I Ain't Hidin. Smoke Ft. T-Pain & Trae Tha Truth - I Ain't Hidin.
Why do you come here ?. And why do you hang around ?. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. . Why do you come here. When you know it makes things hard for me ?.
I just dropped by to see you. 'Cause I'm on my way. In your bedroom. Just on the highway. . Came in through your window. I think I'd throw your ribbons on the way.
All your women things. All your frilly things. Scattered 'round my room. Right where you left them. When you left them. Scattered 'round my room. . All your hardness.
I won't share you, no. I won't share you. With the drive and ambition. The zeal I feel, this is my time. . The note I wrote as she read. She said, "Has the perrier gone.
On the day that your mentality. Decides to try to catch up with your biology. . Come 'round 'cause I want the one I can't have. And it's driving me mad.
It's not going to be a hit. So why even bother with it?. It's not going to be a hit. So why even bother with it?. Just lay it down and forget about it.
The sun peaked at noon. I watched it hoping it would rise. Just a little higher. And give me a guiding light. A guiding light. . I must admit I felt some relief.
Sha la la la la la la la. Sha la la sha la la. Sha la la la la la la la. Sha la la sha la la. . I want a boy for my birthday. That's what I've been dreaming of.
The lanes were silent. There was nothing, no one, nothing around for miles. I doused our friendly venture. With a hard-faced. Three-word gesture. . I started something.
47 push ups. In a winter-rate. Sea side motel. . I feel like travis bickle. I'm listening to highway to hell. It's a shitty little tape I taped off the radio.
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head. And as I climb into an empty bed. Oh well. Enough said.. I know it's over - still I cling. I don't know where else I can go.
Hate, love and war. Force emotions to the fore. But not for me, of course, of course. I keep mine hidden, oh. . I keep mine hidden. But it's so easy for you.
Her tears are never ending*. You wanna run but stop pretending. Na na na na na a girl like you. Do you think is it normal. To go through life oh so formal.
Bought on stolen wine. A nod was the first step. You knew very well. What was coming next. . Bought on stolen wine. A nod was the first step. You knew very well.
No doubt it's you I think and dream about. And, oh, could it be possible for you to be with me?. And are you glamor glamorous?. Shemite eyes make it so obvious.
I am the son. And the heir. Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar. I am the son and heir. Of nothing in particular. . You shut your mouth. How can you say.