(I love myself) When you lookin' at me, ahh, tell me what do you see? I put a bullet in the back of the back of the head of the bully Illuminated by the hand of God, boy don't seem shy I went to war last night I done been through a whole lot Trial,

Take my scars Through hands of God I found a better way To break the walls It's been around for a thousand years And it'll be here for plenty more It is the face hidden in disgrace That has become now an open sore It is a false messiah

I hurt so bad inside. I wish you could see the world through my eyes. It stays the same. You dirty little fuck. I'm out here by myself. Ready to blow my head off. I just want to laugh again. Dirty little fuck.

Do we really know the way the wind blows? (Wind blows) Off in my head, lost off in my head Off in the red, dance, dance with the dead Are we really safe around our shadows? (Shadows) Through our windows Ooh, aw man, I can't believe this is happening (Ah

Victim of anger, tied to distance Where does it come from? I've stood strong Held my head high through constant war So brutal, so violent So I tiptoe through conversation A lapse in my step is misperceived Unleash a breath of salvation

You ain't ever coming back to me That's not how things were supposed to be You take my hand just to give it back No other lover has ever done that Can you see me Floating above your head As you lay in bed Thinking about everything That you did not do

Welcome to the Hotel California Such a lovely place (such a lovely place) Such a lovely face On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light My head grew

My homie booked He said he going through some things right now I tried to tell him hold his head, don't let 'em bring you down They used to love him in the streets But they don't know him now Plus his baby ma, she trippin', she don't hold him down And he

I'm a broke record, a broke record. You've got my heart-heart skip-skip-skipping a beat From the needle through my ahead, hit repeat You're a song I gotta sing along with the men When it gets to the end I gotta play it again and again

You wanna be more than just friends I can't go through this again Stop trying get inside my head Don't wanna do more than hookup It's getting stupid 'cause I shoulda known but I forgot That you think we're something that we're not Something that we're not