My name is Steve and I'm your walking man My name is Steve and I'm your riding man You say jump, I say how high Exactly you want me to jump to And you say walk, I will walk To the end of the line and back to you You say boy, do you really love me? Well,

Just saying When you change your mind I'll be waiting You should leave him 'Cause it really makes me sick You don't need him I'll help you get over it 'Cause I'm better than him You got a boyfriend And he's a total loser

Everything I do is making me more confused Oh, it used to be easy, all I had to be was me Now I'm mixed up Oh, I hope that I'm dreaming, 'cause I'm sick of this feeling Everywhere I go is somewhere that I don't know I'm mixed up, could somebody help me?

I am the, I am the, I am the sick boy And we can pick sides, but this is us, this is us, this is I live on the west side of America How many likes is my life worth? I'm from the east side of America They say that I am the sick boy Feed yourself with my

I am the, I am the, I am the sick boy And we can pick sides, but this is us, this is us, this is I live on the west side of America How many likes is my life worth? I'm from the east side of America They say that I am the sick boy Feed yourself with my

Goodbye, I've had enough frustration I won't get stuck, goodbye, This dead end situation, It's just not worth my time But waiting so frustrating I'm so sick of all this tension Not to mention I'm so sick of You speak for all of us when you can't be heard

Step to me, step to me motherfucker I don't remember asking you about your imperfections You might win one battle But know this, I'll win the fucking war! Strapped with rage, got no patience for victims Sick and tired of the whole fuckin' world Zip your

I've given up I'm sick of feeling Is there nothing you can say? Take this all away I'm suffocating! I'm my own worst enemy Tell me what the fuck is wrong with me Put me out of my misery Wake in a sweat again

I turned away just one too many times I'm tired of the reasons, sick of all the lies. I looked away just one too many times I'm tired of pretending, that I'm not here, not here to die. This wasn't meant to be a love song, Matter of fact this one's about

Play me some of that $uicide pimpin' man You motherfuckers pitiful, I'm too sick of you I'm a walking visual, you boys refillable Unforgivable Once you cross me, hoe Now you a motherfucking stain to Lil Cut Throat (pow!) Let the gun bang Nuts hang, drug