We're not sure of the etiquette Anything we should know about your change? -- Oh and the cost to correct a fraud I'm going to go out and kid them If you're the highest bidder, I'm yours You figure out pathetic sets We think out pathetic sets And if you

Take a look around the world Don't tell your man what you don't do right Not tell him all the things that make you cry But check yourself for your own shit / shame And don't be making love like it's always You see such bad things happening There are many

I'm too tired to try Let's not be afraid of our reflections It's not only you you're looking at now Gave me directions but it's all the same, oh no Let's not get ahead of ourselves now There's no need for raid it's our own parade Ooh you're looking at

Express yourself, don't repress yourself And I'm not sorry (I'm not sorry) It's human nature (It's human nature) I'm not your bitch don't hang your shit on me (It's human nature) (Express yourself, don't repress yourself) Oops, I didn't know I couldn't

The limits of the dead, And the rain will kill us all, Throw ourselves against the wall But no one else can see, The preservation of the martyr in me Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocial I'm not the only one! I did my time, and I want out So effusive

Can't you see, you're not the only one? Share with me the sun You forget sometimes it's yours The doors all lead outside Feel it soak into your mind In the end, time may take me In the end, time will take you too Well, my head, it gets so tired No need

And we're not blind We are listening This is your life, this is your time Show me now Show me the arms aloft This my chick This is your time It's like we just can't help ourselves Cause we don't know how to back down

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

Sitting out in the drive I’m getting used to you not being there At church on Sunday night I’m getting used to the radio playing Without you singing along It’s just a little hard on me But I’m getting used to that old truck of yours But I’ll never get

Come on over Come unglued It's not easy To see all of you Help yourselves Help is on the way Well there's nothing to lose So now, I have something to say Maybe we can all recognize a moment of sadness Maybe we can finally agree on a sane point of view