Since I fell for you You made me leave my happy home You took my love and now you're gone Love brings such misery and pain I guess I'll never be the same It's so bad, It's so sad I'm in love with you You love me, then you snub me But what can I do

Half of all of this is gonna have to do Is gonna have to do Well it's like... Life after death is life after you Too bad that knife in my back was so heavy I hope she's missing me already Life after this is life after you Felt like the earth was alive

I need tints (windows tinted) I need tints (I need my windows tinted) I can't be flying down that 110 with a bad bitch in my whip And it's no good for me, it's so good for them I got way too much to lose, so roll your window up real quick They won't see

'cause if you want to run cool On heavy, heavy fuel If you want to run cool Yes if you want to run cool, you got to run Last time I was sober, man I felt bad Worst hangover that I ever had It took six hamburgers and scotch all night Nicotine for

Too good to be good for me Too bad that that's all I need Scared my love So I take a sip, wait 'til it hits That liquid guilt is on my lips I'm wasted on you Spend my love

It's too bad cause love is blind It's too bad its too bad It's too bad its so bad It's too bad its so sad Oh oh oh oh It's too bad it don't matter baby for loving you It's too bad 'cause love is blind

Hand over fist Only if you got it bad enough, oh, oh Oh, oh, it's too late to leave, too late to leave Stay to soften the blow To drink and to smoke My blood from a stone I do expect fortunes to fold To soften the blow

And it's not your fault That I fumbled your heart Should've let go of my past for you You did everything I asked of you Drived across the country if I asked you too I fumbled your heart But I'm just bad for you I'm bad news, yeah I'm just bad for you I'm

Stop now before it's too late Nothing lasts forever That's the way it's gotta be There's a great black wave in the middle of the sea for me The sound is not asleep, it's moving under my feet Bean eating in the ghetto on a hundred dollar plate Run from

I promise you there's times I'm not so sad Some days the good will even out the bad I know I'm married to my problems It's always in my head And I'm destined for greatness or death Destined for greatness or death I need another drug Sickness is in season