Row, row your boat 'Cause I've got my own boat Even if the whole world knows I don't give a damn about what they think I don't have to stand up to your gun I don't have to sit down when you say Tell me I'm overboard The truth is you just want to see me

You only hold me up like this Turn off the lights and turn off the shyness 'Cause all of our moves make up for the silence Like I'll never be the same 'Cause you don't know who I really am And oh, the way your makeup stains my pillowcase I've got

I lost control again Always do the same and I'm to blame I lost, I lost I don't, I don't I don't know who I am I don't know So I walk into the dead of night Where my monsters like to hide Chaos feels so good inside, no more

And baby blue was the color of her eyes. Baby blue like the Colorado skies. Like a breath of spring, she came and left, And I still don't know why, So here's to you and whoever holds my baby blue tonight. She looked so much like a lady, but she was so

Tarantula (Tarantula) And when the thunder breaks It breaks for you and me I'm living but I'm feeling numb Can see it in my stare I wear a mask so falsely numb And I don't know who I am Despite the worlds inside of me

Love yourself and be kind, water your soul Celebrate, find your light It don't matter who you are, where you're going, you're not old We all know, yeah, we all know I work hard (damn right), I get bored (sometimes) Do it big (all night), still want more

Since they wanna know (All I want is what's mine, I don't care who I hurt) (End what's right and why am I immature?) (All I want is what's mine I don't care who I hurt) Here's the formula on O, now let's go Second rounds on me Obie Trice, Emil hit 'em,

15 racks, 20 racks, 30 racks, I got them bands Rocks with the ice on my shirt and them D&G pants Ice on my neck and no I didn't get no advance Bitch you know I'm tryna fuck and I don't wanna dance Now I can't go to the mall 'cause they know who I am I

I'm leaving Los Feliz Day after tomorrow I'm over the scenesters I'm on the guest list down at Paul's Baby Grand That hipster doorman he don't know who I am But my studied aloofness is proof I belong so I pass Some girls are pieced like Krylon bombs on

And these wars, they can't be won And on and on United States! You and me are the same We don't know or care who's to blame But we know that whoever holds the reins Nothing will change