I hope you'll be happy now And it'll be hard, but I know I will make it out Yeah, I hope you'll be happy now You and me, it was good, but it wasn't right Step by step, I'll move on and get on with life So I let go, and I hope you'll be happy now And I

You made it You played it Your shit is overrated Worn out and faded The weakness starts to show They've created the generation That we know Washed up and hated The system moves so slow

(We are) the anti-cancer (We are) the only answer Stripped down, we want you dead But what's inside of me, you'll never know (We are) bipolar gods (We are) you know what we are My life was always shit And I don't think I need this anymore

Ridin’ down the highway Who wants to be the DJ I’ll find a spot on the side of the road You find something on the radio A real, real good song We'll know it when it comes on We had no money and no place to go All we needed was a radio Seventeen, the only

Some girls start crying, some girliez run away I'm like 'huh what the fuck man okay' Just relax yourself baby, its gonna be okay It's not my fault I was born dis way I'm an african come on girl you know whats up This big motherfuckin dick is whats up

Down to my core Ooh, I fall apart Ooh, didn't know it before Surprised when you caught me off guard All this damn jewelry I bought You was my shorty, I thought Devil in the form of a whore No you said it Try to brush it off but it keep on goin'

Ill take it, baby I'll take it Why I'm starin' at you cause I'm picturing you naked Know whats on your mind embrace it, do not fake it Tonight is what you make it, take it do not waste it Take a shot you not wasted, look in the blocks with mind play? I'm

What you call me? (tramp!) No you didn't! (you don't wear continental clothes, or Stetson hats) Well, I tell you one doggone thing It makes me feel good to know one thing, I know I am a lover (Matter of opinion) that's all right, mama was, papa too And

It was the fourth of July you and I were fire, fire, fireworks You and I were I said I’d never miss you, but I guess you’ll never know Where the bridges I have burned never really led home On the fourth of July That went off too soon And I miss you in

You're dumbstruck, baby You're dumbstruck, baby, now you know Your mind is racing like a pro now Oh my god, it doesn't mean a lot to you One time, you were a glowing young ruffian Oh my god, it was a million years ago You're pink, you're young, you're