Låttexter:
Quilter Roger

You told me it's the truth but I'm still afraid I'm not the one that would jump the gun If I had proof I'd take off my shades And be blinded by the sun

Listen, babe, I think it's time for me to come clean I mean I haven't been the most faithful And I don't know how else to say this plain and simple I

All press is good press, kids So if you wanna see us gone Then I suggest you keep our name out of your headlines Unless you wanna mess that is Your best

Baby girl, we ain't gotta move too fast First and foremost I'm a gentlemen with class Not the least bit concerned with what happened in your past And

Can you feel the urgency? Like a needle pullin' out Can you feel the urgency? Doses of anxiety We're just faces in the crowd Doses of anxiety Oh, are

I usually avoid any kind of confrontation, conversation, in moderation Lips sealed but my fingers are flying And hours the hours pass, they grow more

Gym Class Heroes, Cool and Dre (This is) You silly for this one, it's Travie (Why you doin' this to me?) I started rappin' back in the class, scribbling

If we let the sun and rain assist and simplify our needs Indigo and lavender made up Aunt Mattie's sky We'll throw a healing quilt across an ever ailing

Tell me what you want me to be I'll jump when you say, if you know what's good And if you scratch the surface away The truthful ones are rebels without a quilt