I gotta make you see You tell me that you're leaving And I'm trying to understand I had myself believing I could take it like a man But if you gotta go, then you gotta know That it's killing me And all the things I never seem to show Girl it's been so

And believe that all the angels are coming Go blindly completely You tell me how I can fly away You bring me down then I will fly again All of the perfection nothing will and can be made The old skin has to shed before the new one sees the day

But never truly lied at all, then and now True to truth somehow Gang, gang, I tell her come fuck with the gang I tell 'em don't fuck with the gang It's time to fuck up the whole game! Gang, gang, gang They talkin' down on my name, don't let 'em run off

I heard you told your friends that I'm just not your type If that's how you really feel, then why'd you call last night? You say all I ever do is just control your life But how you gonna lie like that, how you gonna lie like that? Tell me how you 'bout