This could be the best for me, most certainly Silly me and I was so nieve, that's what I get for assuming Silly me and I was so nieve, that's what I get
I?m like a rookie paramedic to a siren Praying for an accident No, they won't let me roll ?til I got no back up Until they're out of control This emergency
Eye liner and a famous designer brand Your mind is a moment to be stamped Express it's tried and true Just look, look at you Pretty and perfect, due
No one is telling me the speed I should be traveling So watch me take the lead No one is telling me the speed I should be traveling So watch me take the
yo, we just flossed this shit its a new beat track, what have you word up hope you like it, word straight, straight up if i had headphones i'd like for
A loser can win whenever they want to All they gotta, gotta do Is bring you down Is bring you down A loser can win whenever they choose to All they gotta
If I act like I own the place it's because I do You put strikes through your zeros And you go faster than signs aid you to You see my left side is
A old man gave me a tip he said ?Don?t waste your time with politics?, he said ?Just chase skirts instead And life is too short, and your almost dead,?
Whatever you put in my hands Is my life savings, is my main man I got a box fit for a king on Queens Street Tell me that's not irony Money can't buy
Swoon this is the same old blood rush with a new touch I am safe, quaint and eloquent But my bottom lip along with the top one too Is chapped and it's
Hey, Miss Sobriety Do you remember me or how to say my name? Do you remember when we were friends? Yeah, all the way back then You caught the confidence
I got birds in my ears and a devil on my shoulder, and a phone to the other and i can't get a hold of her what's a crush to do? what's a crush to do
I'm creeping your way And these sheets aren't stopping me Because I'm gonna meet you face to face And I'm gonna start from your waist Up through your
Everyone's a let down It just depends on how far down they can go In every circle of friends there's a whore The one who flirts and does a little more
I've got birds in my ears and a devil on my shoulder And a phone to the other, and I can't get a hold of her And what's a crush to do? And what's a crush
No one is harder on me than myself or so it seems And some say that you are my curse My own worst enemy, I think they're wrong They never thought our
So sweet I can hardly speak Due to such trauma in my teeth But your body language is telling me That you're worth the pain So weak I can hardly keep
[verse 1] They all said she's just another groupie slut I said I thought youre anything but (thinking again) Sometimes reputations outlive their applications