Bury your sorrow I'm feeling fine No more tomorrow I found my peace of mind Sinking once again Got no worries, I've found my chosen friends Drifting from all I've known Within this solace, now I call my home I've found my peace of mind

Making pies To TableTalk I used to mind Now I don't care It's not far Down the block Close my eyes Make the pies all day

I'm a nigga and I can't go outside I'm a Chicano and I can't go outside We looking bad on the news black on black homicide I need them dollars, got these problems with this llama on my mind They make it harder by the day, gotta keep this hope alive

Move back there, so I could move on I'm taking all I can from the desert sound I'm taking all I can from the desert land Pushing the limit of music from the inside Arabic sound is driving my mind The first time I walked down into your town A new kind of

You're wearing me out You’re the fake, fallen, force of nature, sick mind You're fucking wearing me out You're always dragging me down I don't need a gun to take back what's mine It's over now You're done wearing me out My name is worthless like you told

So can you rescue me Because my ship is sinking And I'm drowning at sea So can you rescue me, from me Can you rescue me? I was losing my mind like I was trying to lose it Using my time for using, abusing my grind This is my own honest view of who I am

Tonight, it's you and me, baby girl, getting lost in our own world The way you looking fine, the way your skin's on mine We're on fire, damn girl, you bout to blow my mind Tangling in these sheets, you lock them eyes on me Beats a beer with the boys any

I slam the door in my own face again To see if I will ever change the feeling I separate from my body Simply just lost in my mind If I walk and find a stone Break it open to find my own gold Making riches out of nothing There is one thing, the way it's

It's Friday night let's lose our minds in a downward spiral 'Cause we got no control (No control) It's Friday nights always save my life from the worst of times we ever had Thank God for punk rock bands Till Monday morning strikes again We are the kings

Crawl out of my head and fall into my bed She’s a bad mamajama And she don’t make time and All the men wanna have her But they know she’s mine And she's down for whatever Can you read my mind and then just Baby I’m savin it all for you