Am I evil? Yes I am Am I evil? I am man Twenty-seven, everyone was nice Gotta see 'em make 'em pay the price See their bodies out on the ice Take my time Am I evil? I am man, yes I am My face is long forgot, my face not my own Sweet and timely whore,

Sometimes I think Good as we are at gettin' it on How come we just can't get along? The way we love, it don't seem right The way we fuss, the way we fight I got a crazy idea, how 'bout maybe tonight We make up without a fight There's a tangled mess of

Aboard the Thailand Express We'll hit the stops along the way We're on the train to Bangkok We only stop for the best Our first stop is in Bogotà To check Columbian fields The natives smile and pass along A sample of their yield Sweet Jamaican pipe dreams

You know we're just working on it We're working on it, working on it No leaderboard keeping score Long as you woke up this morning And see you're working on it It might be taking forever, but it's better than never Everybody got ugly, ugly I'm like, oh

I just don't belong here, I hope you understand We might find a place in this world someday But at least for now, I gotta go my own away You'll be okay I've got to move on and be who I am (I'm trying to understand) I gotta go my own away Troy, listen I

But you're still in Treading water I can't keep my head above ground (I can't keep my head above ground, can't keep my head) Could it be we got lost in the summer? Well I know you know that it's over You can drift along You've got the time The rest of us

We've gone way too fast for way too long Forgot what I was losing my mind about I only wrote this down to make you press rewind And send a message, "I was young and a menace" Young, young, young and a menace And we were never supposed to make it half

(you got my back right?) I got I got I got I got your back boy I got I got I got I got your back, boy We were high (til when its all good) We were low ((til when its all bad) But I promise I will never let you go (now what you call that) (as long I know

Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December But the days grow short when you reach September When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame One hasn't got time for the waiting game Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few September, November

Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December But the days grow short when you reach September When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame One hasn't got time for the waiting game Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few September, November