I'm going to get my gun! This motherfucker wants to disrespect me? (Em, Em, what the fuck you doing man?) I got something for his ass. (Calm Down) No you Calm Down! (Man, what's you're problem?) Fuck that! The motherfucker want's to pop shit to me!?

I've seen what you're doing Destroying puppet strings Hands are red with your blame Megaphone screaming my name Whimpers someone I should've loved Souls weeping above Micro waves me insane A Blaine cuts in your brain

Darling if you want to I'm on the line What you're doing I want to talk you back to sleep We can work this out I know we cannot touch I need to hear your voice But we gotta try to

Don't let me go On my own I'm finally free Pull this plug, let me breath Give me whats left of my life You spend your days counting the hours you're awake And when night covers the sky you find yourself doing the same It's a burden you've been burying in

Come on, my little ruin You're better than they are But I'm not gonna stand aside And watch them tear you up No, I'm not 'Cause you're better than they are And I can't say it enough That's enough What are you doing

There ain't no brakeman on this train We had our chance, it slipped away Don't call my name Watch what you're doing now Staring down the double line We're flowing off behind I never see your face no more I left you standing on the shore We made mistakes

Too real when I feel what my heart can't conceal Just laughing and gay like a clown (ooh ooh) I'm wearing my heart like a crown Pretending that you're still around Oh yes, I'm the great pretender (ooh ooh) Pretending I'm doing well (ooh ooh) My need is

I've got a fast ride waiting on a slow roll I'm cranking up a little Straight on the radio Mmm girl, mmm girl, yeah you're working it flirting Got your tummy out on the prowl Mmm girl, mmm girl, what you doing for the rest of the night? What you doing

Say how you lay at night Tired of that nigga Shit feels much better It's a match made and heaven sent, set in fires in hell Overdue for your lovin' baby, I don't want no one else Ain't no way I would do you dirty What you're doing to me Ain't no way that

I don't think Waylon done it that way And if he was here he'd say "'hoss, neither did Hank" I ain't dogging what you're doing but boys, come on let's get real Get-ups, gimmicks One-hit wonders that don't stick Pretty boys, acting tough Boy bands give it