Well I don't need you hangin' round my door Tryin' to drag me back down to the shore And I ain't gonna drink your dirty water no more Well I got wet from my head down to my legs And I drank dirty water down to the dregs But I won't do it again I don't

F&N (F&N), F&N (F&N) F&N (F&), F&N (F&N) Fuck around, parked the 'Vette and didn't even get back in it ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob Redbone bitch, yeah, like Hi-Tech, yeah How do I dress? Yeah, like my flesh, yeah Soon as I roll up, put my doors up Go'n head,

Woke up around a half past ten Can't believe that I'm late again Put down about a quart of caffeine To start my pulse and then I grabbed my jeans off the floor Then I hit the door Just the same old same It goes to show

Oh oh oh, oh oh I wear these heavy chains around my neck like a prisoner Loosen up my chains, or I'm a condemned prisoner Oh I, I tried so hard to change But the devil locked my door I just wanna love But he won't let me go If I'm underneath the table

Just like my mama said I'm going straight to hell And I'm going straight to hell 'Cause I'm going straight to hell I grew up just west of the tracks Holdin' me to hold me back Around your door she's callin' out my name

I've been up, I've been down I've been kicked to the ground But I can't get my mind off of you So I keep on movin' on to a place I belong Hopin' you wanted me to I'm better than I was before I'm knocking at your door I'm coming back for more I keep

Nirvana, nirvana, nirvana, nirvana When I'm feeling tired She pushed food through the door And I crawl towards the crack of light Sometimes I can't find my way Newspapers spread around Soaking all that they can A cleaning is due again

I don't know why you don't take me downtown anymore Talk it up and give me the go round round like a good time tease I'm only counting on your cancellation When I should be counting on you at my door Did you forget about how we went around Well, all the

Playa, turn your head round Wake up, open the door Lay on the floor, you've been robbed Playa playa (hater), Playa playa (hater) Playa hater (hater) Playa hater (hater) Thank you, thank you very much Good evening And for my last hit

Who could ask for anything more? I got my man Old Man Trouble I don't mind him You won't find him 'Round my door I got starlight I got sweet dreams I got my gal