It begins to tell, 'round midnight, midnight. I do pretty well, till after sundown, Suppertime I'm feelin' sad; But it really gets bad, 'round midnight. Memories always start 'round midnight Haven't got the heart to stand those memories, When my heart is

I hate my life Well I hate my job, all of my rich friends I hate everyone to the bitter end Nothing turns out right, there's no end in sight So sick of the hobos Always beggin' for change I don't like how I gotta work And they just sit around and get

My mama called, seen you on TV, son Said shit done changed ever since we was on I dreamed it all ever since I was young They said I wouldn't be nothing Now they always say congratulations Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation They ain't never had the

(Everybody's got a secret) Da, da, da, da, do, do, do 'Cause there's a lot that you don't know It's written on my face It's gonna be hard to swallow I got some things to say I like to make-believe with you That we always speak the truth ish I like how we

Those were different days But those were different days Staring at the picture of the runaways on the wall Seems like these day you couldn’t run away at all And even if you did, what you got to run away to Just another drunk daddy with a white man’s

We got all the ways to be There's so many ways to be wicked W-i-c-k-e-d We take what we want With us evil lives on the right side of wrong Long live havin' some fun Hey hey hey hey C'mon hey hey hey hey hey Hey hey hey hey (haha)

Bitch!es always be all, giggling and shit. But they get mad when there favorite song don't come on in the club. Catch an attitude and shit We got one for them. Goes like this We wrote a song for the hoes You like to hear? here it goes A little something

'Round midnight, midnight It begins to tell I do pretty well, till after sundown Suppertime I'm feelin' sad But it really gets bad 'Round midnight Memories always start 'round midnight Haven't got the heart to stand those memories When my heart is still

All in the name of God and country All in the name Forever lost in comparisons Between you and the better man Yeah you're always so quick To take a bow I've got to laugh at your circus sympathy And your postcard sincerity Don't you ever get tired Of

We can be so in love You know every second adds up to a minute Need 10,000 hours Let the clock go around Why you always take so long to call me? Know I gotta wake up in the mornin' Don't stop, I'm counting them up Run the clock, I be counting them up