Baby girl hold your breath We about to get so wet I'm about to dive in Swimming in your body, let me dive in You know ain't no running 'round this pool Going under under just for you Baby you, watch me stroke Left stroke, right stroke Back stroke, girl there

She gets on you Under Under your skin like a tattoo She'll always be there She holds on, stuck in your head like an old song She ain't goin' goin' nowhere She's like starin' at the sun She's like standin' in the rain She's like finally coming home She could easily

To the white hills, and the oceans Hold your breath my dear We're going under under I search for solace in this toxic land of sin Just let me in Don't wake me up, their songs are soothing Their wine subdues me Dreams, my mind won't lift me from my dreams Oh

You can pretty lie and say it's okay You can pretty smile and just walk away Pretty much fake your way through anything But you can't cry pretty You can't turn off the flood when the dam breaks When all your mascara is going to waste When things get

Liar, liar! Why on earth won't tell the truth? Can't nobody see the lie of you? We need to find a way... Well, we are who we are, and we're all going under under When the past with the last and will last until under under But at least I'll find, we'll all find out

Liar, liar! Why on earth won't tell the truth? Can't nobody see the lie of you? We need to find a way... Well, we are who we are, and we're all going under under When the past with the last and will last until under under But at least I'll find, we'll all find out

What's going on? Could this be my understanding It's not your fault, I was being too demanding I must admit it's my pride that made me distant All because I hoped that you'd be someone different There's not much to know about you Fear will always make

Underneath the wide open sky It's the dust in the air and the freedom everywhere Can't you hear it comin' alive? These are sounds goin' goin' down in a nowhere town Makes you wanna drop it down a gear And kill a couple of beers Been waitin' all year, now it's

I get the money everywhere that I go I bust a bitch and take her money fo' sho You ain't trying to hot box with me, I swing hard liquor Going down by the second round, all hail the underground How that sound? Xzibit backing down from a conflict Fuck the

I'm going under under 'Cause beauty's religion And its Christened me with wonder And if Venice is sinking Jesus hangs behind the glass Above Venetian doors His window box boasts crimson flowers Fresh cut the day before And you couldn't find a smile