Am I wrong, 'cause I wanna get it on, till I die Y’all, y’all remember me Get it on, till I die, get it on, till I die At the way you’ll die Sold me out, taking change Told me your name, we had, all the lanes Held me down Last chance fancy pants, oh very

Take me home today The window opens I hear the toddling waves I think about the soldiers, I think about the interstates I would like to leave it all just for a week or two Maybe I'd see it in clarity, whatever I would see It's all so confusing, I don't

Ooh everything that I told you Ooh you just smile and then you Kiss and tell Everything I say Stuck inside your little web Everybody wants to know, yeah Lips that lie Cover your track Sold me out and

Well my devil won't let me out Well my devil won't (Fuck the law) As I maneuver through the streets A policeman and then the predeceased bodies of those who disagree (Like, fuck them all) I pray the soldiers get release The price of grief wasn't cheap

Take you to the mall and get you a new outfit She rode it like a soldier I say bounce that shit like woah Yeah, bounce that shit like woah This is not a fairytale, I already know how you like it Girl that's just some child's play Bounce that shit like,

I got soul, but I'm not a soldier Yeah, oh don't you put me on the backburner Yeah, you're gonna bring yourself down If you can hold on Yeah, you know you got to help me out You know you got to help me out You're gonna bring yourself down Is there room

Now you know I spit, I spit in the eye I tear, I tear out my heart I stay unseen by the light I stay untold by the truth I'm sold by a lie By this I am able in all of my travels To make these memories quit

You've been bought, you've been sold You've been locked outside the door 'Cause you deep down want some more She's so good with her stiletto While she searches for the vein She cuts you once, she cuts you twice But still you believe The wound is so fresh

Oh Nikita you will never know, anything about my home I'll never know how good it feels to hold you Nikita I need you so Oh Nikita is the other side of any given line in time Counting ten tin soldiers in a row Oh no, Nikita you'll never know Nikita

She was a level-headed dancer on the road to alcohol And I was just a soldier on my way to montreal Well she pressed her chest against me About the time the juke box broke Yeah, she gave me a peck on the back of the neck And these are the words she spoke