Andy Warhol looks a scream Hang him on my wall Andy Warhol, Silver Screen Can't tell them apart at all Like to take a cement fix Be a standing cinema Dress my friends up just for show See them as they really are Put a peephole in my brain

"Can't we be friends?" She's gonna turn me down and say I thought I'd found the girl of my dreams So it seems this is how the story ends Never again and through with love And through with them They play their game without shame And who's to blame? I'll

Nothing can't mash up me and me bonafide Such a beauty, you're a cutie, every man hypnotize Coulda never lead me stray no matter how hard them try True you see me hesitate, nobody think say me shy Them put the after call me for me, finna me roll me eye

You are, you are, you are my everything And it's taken me a lot to say So it's time to push my pride away I've cried enough tears to see my own reflection in them And then it was clear I can't deny I really miss it To think that I was wrong I guess you

Hey you've got to hide your love away Here I stand head in hand Turn my face to the wall If she's gone I can't go on Feeling two foot small Everywhere people stare Each and every day I can see them laugh at me And I hear them say

They don't wanna see me love you Wish I would go ahead and fuck my life up Can't let them get to me And even though I always fuck my life up Only I can mention me Revealing the layers to my soul Cause I'm from a tribe called check a hoe I been waiting

I see the future There's no way out of this dark place No hope, no future I know I can't be free and I can't see another way I can't face another day I see the path from this dark place I can see the Everywhere I turn, I hurt someone But there's nothing

It's "Wifey" part three My Gucci says, "Blind for love," I can't see, yeah My girl, you can't be But I wanna see you up and out of them jeans, yeah If you're blowin' up my phone, I'll leave you on "Read," yeah I'm done with them fiends (Uh) I'm a

We all got a hillbilly bone down deep inside And when the band starts banging and the fiddle saws You can't help but hollering, yee haw! When you see them pretty little country queens Man you gotta admit that's in them jeans Ain't nothing wrong, just

No matter where you go on earth you can't outrun it I've heard scientists, Get confused when you ask them to define it, Cause its a miracle, It keeps the universe we see from ever dying, And the stars from falling, Though we can't see it It must true And