Blame it on the bag You can blame it on the bag If you wonderin’ why I changed up Tell ‘em the money is why I changed up I’m gettin' high smokin’ with angels You know I can hate that’s what a lame does Bring it back stackin’ this money But I still can’t

All along it was me who changed. Morning now waits for me. What I have to gain does not matter If what I give is all to You. I have seen the stars full And the sun rise again, But You are yet to change. You are all that is worth living for.

I don't know what to tell you, I'm not a fortune teller I never know how the future will go I'll never change, but I want you to stay It doesn't mean I'm afraid of all the things that you say But I just think we should stay stuck in the moment today And

Don't go, gotta know Please don't run away I'm a murderer What can I say? What does that change? Look at the recluse Can't sleep 3 A.M., stare at the ceilin', murder the feelin' Spider crawl in the corner, brown recluse