I'm so intoxicated I feel supernatural So illuminated So unpredictable I'm comin for ya Day by day Wash my sin for me Breath my air They told me that
time to pay let them burn punish and erase me high time i suffer count all my addictions that surprise erection that dirty obsession my blood is on your
yeah Hell yeah There's a party over here party over there Rebels throw you fist in the air Bitches throw your tits in the air (chorus)2x Hed p.e. can'
You want me to give a show Well i don't really want to You want me to impress Well I don't really need to And who the fuck are you Where the fuck did
Ain't nothing working ain't nothing right There's a hole in me that I can't fill No matter how hard I try Hey bartender hit me with a double And
are opening wide My eyes are open I see it everyday But some things never change-no Some people livin' in fear Not knowin' about the ten dimensions The (hed
Something’s got me falling apart Something’s got me losing all hope in you Something’s got me under control I’m dangerous…dangerous I know that you
Up in the middle of Tokyo I hit Hydro Whenever I let my mind go It's like psycho, suicidal Baby love it when I cut it like an animal (one foot in!)
Feels like I'm trippin' again Goin in circles I'm not so sure where I've been I'm goin in circles again This situation is a code red 911 My 411
She says it's just not working out She means she's found someone else She says things are not the same She means she's found someone else She says
Know your enemies well They enter your life Disguised as your friends Know your enemies well They're in the next room Waiting for you to fall asleep
It's my life And I have always done exactly what I wanted What else can a dog do It's not right To take advantage of somebody who trusts you Pendejo
you want me to give a show i don't really want to you want to impress i don't really need to who the fuck are you? where the fuck did you come from?
You jump in front of my car When you know all the time That ninety miles an hour, girl Is the speed I drive You tell me it's alright, you don't mind
Ain't no more sunshine, just rain and cold suffering Generation born to die with their eyes wide open The clock strikes The wrong rights The mob rules
I'll sing -- I'll hit the pipes, sing, then roll a joint.... These pipe hits fuck up a nigga's lines! On a real -- ugh! --in a fight with your man,
see their hands in the air they lift up their prayers to the air the life that you live time that you give to the air it don't seem fair something is
Why should I stick around When no one understands me Why should I stick around When no one really cares Why should I stick around I hate the walls