I should've known I would pay for this You look to good with your makeup off And your favorite song They get scared to lust Girl, you're dangerous Girl, what's been happening lately? We don't even talk no more I be getting high on the low

But right now I'm on this lake shore And I'm sittin' in the sun I'm sure it'll hit me When I walk through that door tonight Oh, lookie there, I've got a bite Yeah, I'm gonna miss her And I love to fish

It ain't love that I'm chasin' but I'm runnin' just in case There's trouble where I'm going but I'm gonna go there anyway I hate Sunday mornings 'cause they always seem to start this way I'm looking for a lighter, I already bought the cigarettes Guess I

But right now I'm on this lake shore And I'm sittin' in the sun I'm sure it'll hit me When I walk through that door tonight Oh, lookie there, I've got a bite Yeah, I'm gonna miss her And I love to fish

I sit on a rock Cannot be touched by struggle & confusion I reclaim my space inside my structure Look at this point All is about nothing, everything comes near The remotest parts of the world We can dissolve disruptive vibrations I have to try

You love me for everything you hate me for I am the dirt you created And your whore But let me tell you something baby I am your sinner (And I can be your whore) So how can this be? You’re praying to me As I look in your eyes

I don't want to leave you breathless This is the end of I spend my days looking through pages Trying to find a way to get away from me With love to give that leaves you breathless Now all I need to find a way back inside my mind When will you realize A

Rollin', rollin', all my bitches rollin' And I love that shit (and I love that shit) Them commas comin' quick (commas comin' quick) Them commas comin' (commas comin') Look, show you bitches how to do this shit Stand back while I demonstrate Pussy worth

Mary was the type of girl Tell me did you see her face Tell me did you smell her taste Tell me what's the difference Don't they all just look the same inside? Buddha for Mary Here it comes This is the life on Mars Mary was a different girl

To get a thousand miles from the earth A rocket would need this much power This much power It would take far more than a human lifetime Practically fit fi energy an de powa But a space station might look something like this Coming up di place mon yuh