Tell me the things that'll take time And exhale the vile Never will I concede the end Burn inside of me Heretic Jackals worship liars Forever I'll be the god that you desire To help see the things that'll take this And hold onto things that'll make my

Uh oh, looks like I'm seeing more of my old man in me Oh no, looks like I'm seeing more of my old man in me Not until you see Look in the mirror Who do you see? Someone familiar But surely not me For he can't be me Look how old and cold and tired and

We ordered up one more bottle of wine You told me your story and I thought about mine You said when you lost her you lost everything It all started having a familiar ring So I asked you to take me some place quiet We wound up at the river for the rest of

I like your style Oh, mamacita Come, let's get more familiar Hey, mamacita Come, let's stay 'til mañana Baby, you're my cup of tea And I really wanna be in your company Yeah, yeah mamacita! Love me, lady, yeah, oh I

I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful I want the money, money and the cars, cars and the clothes Ah yeah Trey I fuckin' feel ya They be starin' at the money I like its unfamiliar I get it, I live it to me there's nothing realer Just enough'll solve

There's something giving me that feeling There's something Something in the way you love me Something in the way you stare I wanna be there skateboarding In a space dude even liar Something in the way you fuck me You're never fucking there Something in

Don't go changing, trying to please me You never let me down before I don't imagine you're too familiar And I don't see you anymore I would not leave you in times of trouble We never could have come this far I took the good times, I'll take the bad times

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And I love you so much I'm gonna let you I'm not calling you a liar Just don't lie to me I'm not calling you a thief I'm not calling you a ghost Wraps itself around my tongue As it softly speaks

Do you cry sometimes? And your papa's kinda mean You can stop playing that shit out on me Chasing down a wild fire Are you trying to make a cold liar out of me? You wanna get high? You overcome those desires before you come to me I think your mama's