Maybe, here it comes, oh, oh, oh Oh, babe, lay down and get what you came for I bet you ain't never feel one Oh, babe, say how you want me to take over You're fuckin' with a real one Baby, here it comes, oh, oh, oh, oh Yeah, yeah, yeah I'll take care of

Send for me I don't even really care about you no more Yeah, yeah, yeah Maybe you just need to send for me send for me Woo, woo, yeah (feel me up, feel me up) I don't even really love you

Pull the trigger, ain't nobody gonna do it for you Pull the trigger, don't hesitate, just shoot Pull the trigger Yeah, ey, ah, nothing Ain't nobody gonna do it for you Maybe, you should pull the fucking trigger Yeah, why you believing the propaganda? Why

And maybe someday down the road I wanna know you Whoa oh, whoa oh, whoa oh I'll sit back and say to myself I wanna go there where you go I wanna find out what you know Yeah, I thought so I like how you are with me

"The dude, he said that, like when we were making the first Linkin Park record he was like, "Yeah you know, I don't know about the rapping like, I don't know... maybe you should just be a rock band." You know what I mean, like, trying to change us. Like

Their eyes are all around me, now they see me, now they don't Their eyes are all around me, now shes lookin' at a ghost Maybe its cold blood! Cold blood! C-c-c-cold blood Sweet, sweet heaven it feels like defeat, yeah The cold, cold blood it covers my

(Yeah, I'm free, yeah, I'm free, yeah) But, whoa, at least I am free, oh, oh, I am free See, whoa, c’est la vie Maybe something’s wrong with me I don’t do yoga, never tried Pilates Not many people want me at their parties Tryna find my place, some place,

What are you doin' to me, what are you doin', huh? You just want attention, you don't want my heart Maybe you just hate the thought of me with someone new Yeah, you just want attention, I knew from the start (What are you doin'?) 'Cause you knew that I,

Baby, you can drive my car Beep beep'm beep beep yeah Yes, I'm gonna be a star And maybe I'll love you Asked a girl what she wanted to be She said baby, can't you see I want to be famous, a star on the screen But you can do something in between I told

Seven years of hard luck, comin' down on me From the Florida border, yeah up to Nashville, Tennessee I worked in every joint you can name, mister every honky tonk Along come Mr. Yankee Slicker, sayin' maybe you're what I want Want you to sign your