I'm going away for a bit, when I'm back (Sounds of the sir) Nobody's saying my name on a track When I get nervous, man, I start merking "Skengman 5" when I'm under under attack Should've thought twice before you opened your trap

Baby, I feel it deep down in my bones There's a part of me no one else has known To the part of me no one else has known When you look in my eyes, I do believe Couldn't tell I was going under under Suddenly, suddenly that water Pulls you in, pulls you down

Taliban bands, run 'em straight through the machinery Took a shot of Henney, I've been going brazy, brazy They say my whole hood got it under under investigation They know they talk that stick talk, that stick talk They know we talk that lick talk, that lick

I let my guard down And then you pulled the rug I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved Into nightfall And you're not here To get me through it all Somebody to have Now the day bleeds I'm going under under and this time I fear there's no one to

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

Cause I'm in too deep, and I'm trying to keep Up above in my head, instead of going under under Instead of going under under Instead of going under under again Maybe we're just trying to hard When really it's closer than it is too far The faster we're falling, We're

Strawberry Fields forever Let me take you down 'Cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields Nothing is real And nothing to get hung about Living is easy with eyes closed Misunderstanding all you see It's getting hard to be someone But it all works out

Squalor Victoria Raise our heavenly glasses to the heavens Underline everything I'm a professional in my beloved white shirt I'm going down among the saints Out of my league, I have birds in my sleeves And I wanna rush in with the fools 3:30 in the last

For you baby I'm slipping into the lava Cause I'm burnin' up, burnin' up Baby who turned the temperature hotter And I'm trying to keep from going under under You're cold You go around Like you know

Oh, when the saints go marching in When the saints go marching in I want to be in that number I still, want to be in that number When the sun refuses to shine I'm going to sing aloud and thunder Oh, when the saints go marching in Yes, I want to be in