Time passes in the constant state And I wouldn't understand that I would try to play along I took it with me But when things are thrown away like they are daily So if that is how it is I don't wanna be a star But a stone on the shore Long door, frame the

You are the crutch of this disease And I've been locked in your machine Sit here and rot, or break this deal My mouth is shut, my lips are sealed Your state of mind revealed That my love for you was real They say in time wounds heal But I got nothing

The things you're telling me aren't making any sense Right back up again I'm sick of wishing for someone else to come Our buildings have fallen Our walls all caved in, And we can't comprehend this sad state That we're in so we sift through the ashes Of

Cause that where them real niggas at. The royal penis is clean your highness Thank you, king shit Yeah motherfuckers! Welcome to the United States of America. Time to roll out the red carpet on y'all bitch asses. Hailing from the filthy, dirty South,

I'm not out of place, I'm from outer space Give me everything, take it all away Lock me up and then throw away the key Kick me down and then talk about my state Kick me out the house? Should kick your ass out the house Call me a piece of shit? You’re a

I am far too Canadian I am the face of my country Experssionless and small Weak at the knees, shaking badly Can't straighten up at all I watch the spine of my country bend and break I'm a sorry state I'm so content, to stand in line Wait and see, pass

Hello summer, goodbye to my heart Blue skies and blue eyes, a hell of a way to start Letting him go would be the hardest part He pulled into that parking lot with them out of state tags I fell in love before he unpacked his bags One look, one smile, one

I'm boss with it, authentic, all y'all frauds better Quit with the trash talk before you get tossed in it Y'all tripping, bar ripping, y'all sipping too much, right to the palms dripping Lost in it, thoughts different, you don't want no drama? Then don't

My mind state feel like the crime in the summertime Higher than average Lot of cabbage Thank God I never abide by the established Guidelines that keep niggas inside of fabrics Commissioned by the state, I skate by the masters Like "Yoo-hoo" with a

That’s the state of my, state of my, state of my head The only way I’m leavin’ is dead Oh, my eyes are seein’ red Double vision from the blood we’ve shed They don’t know, where we’ve been We got that concrete street skin Oh, our flag is tattered But it