Whatever you may hear or see Us of constant banging Throwing fists against the wall How cruel time can be When you wake you'll know I'm gone And where I'm going there's no one So don't follow me Don't follow me

Been thinking about you, and there's no rest Should I still love you, still see you in bed All the things you got Been thinking about you, your records are here Your eyes are on my wall, your teeth are over there But I'm still no one, and you're now a

I pay no mind This is song two on the album This is the album right here Burn the album Tonight the city is full of morgues And all the toilets are overflowing There's shopping malls coming out of the walls As we walk out among the manure Give the finger

I'ma millionaire with you, with you, with you It all feels so right to be living it up for two So that's what I'ma do Yeah I'ma spend it all Like there's no tomorrow Windows to the walls I'ma get it for ya In all of my life, I've waited for someone like

I know that we the new slaves I see the blood on the leaves You see there's leaders and there's followers But I'd rather be a dick than a swallower Y'all niggas can't fuck with Ye My momma was raised in the era when Clean water was only served to the

To you I'm just a girl Now I know I'm just another one of your Friday nights But I'm no past time, this is gonna be the last To you I'm just a girl, I'm just a call when there's nowhere else to fall Just a number on your wall, In a pretty dress and

Keep on trying hard, don't take it slow You'll be breaking the walls, it'll make it glow You got this, you got this There's something wonderful There'll be ups and down, highs and lows In the darkest fire, you'll make it snow You got this, baby, you got

I stand, I fall, I bounce off these four walls You laugh, you leave Is this how its gonna be It's fine for you and not for me Did you even care at all You stand, I fall I asked you to stay But you said there's no way I begged -- you call

The bad news has arrived It's closing time There's a final curtain There's the dotted line No more celebration No rum, no brandy, no sparkling wine Put on all your armor March yourself in line Swallow all your feelings

With this love like a hole Draggin me down Swallow my soul And there's blood on the covers From the curses we uttered To each other What have I done? With my heart on the floor I must be out of my mind