I couldn't resist him His eyes were like yours His hair was exactly the shade of brown He's just not as tall, but I couldn't tell It was dark and I was lying down You are everything he means nothing to me I can't even remember his name Why're you so

Whoa, you stress me out, you kill me You drag me down, you fuck me up We're on the ground, we're screaming I don't know how to make it stop I love it, I hate it, and I can't take it I tell myself I'm done with wicked games But then I get so numb with all

When the one you love's In love with someone else Don't you know it's torture I don't want you To come round here no more I beg you for mercy You don't know how strong My weakness is Or how much it hurts me

Designer on my drip (what?) Designer on my drip You can't tell me shit I got a hunnid on my wrist You can't tell me shit I got a hunnid on my wrist (brr) You can't tell me shit I got designer on my drip You can't tell me shit I got designer on my drip

Approaching original violence To each his own Life can do with one less watered-down excuse If this is over you can tell me it's no use Use, just tell me it's over There comes a time when we can't take the same abuse We can't continue on like this Now

So, I'm writing' you this letter between rests 'Cause yesterday a bullet found my chest And I don't got the energy to dress myself And I can't walk without help I can't remember why I joined this war And I can't tell you what we're fighting' for I guess

I don't know how I'm gonna tell you I can't play with you no more I don't know how I'm gonna do what mama told me My friend the boy next door I can't believe what people saying You're gonna let your hair hang down I'm satisfied to sit here working all

It's all in your head You can't see the things that make Your happiness go away, well I can It's in your head Sad but it's true It's inside you Keep wallowing in your misery It's just inside of you You tell me, I've been walking on a railing

Who'd believe with the way things are here We'd be going anywhere telling people how to live? Who's believe we'd spend more shippin' drugs and guns Than to educate our sons? Sorry but that's what they did I can't help but think, Someone's forsaken you

Bigger houses, faster cars yes Friday nights and whiskey friends Tell her second chance's a second wind Just one more candle then you tell yourself Twenty something Twenty something, buying coffee you can't afford Making love is keeping score You're