Every time I rise, you fall away It's the same story day after day You're voice is like poison You can't be me I've heard it all before The murmurs and the whispers I don't listen anymore (Fall away) (I'll call you out)

No you don't even like You're so gay and you don't even like boys No you don't even like boys I hope you hang yourself with your H&M scarf While jacking off listening to Mozart You bitch and moan about LA Wishing you were in the rain reading Hemingway

Don't worry (easy you brain), about a thing (do you hear what we say) Every little thing is gonna be alright (Well listen we again) We know life is such a heavy load Well easy don't worry all you life away You saying a lot of prayers to the devil I say,

Making all his nowhere plans for nobody He's a real nowhere man Sitting in his nowhere land Doesn't have a point of view Knows not where he's going to Isn't he a bit like you and me? Nowhere man please listen You don't know what you're missing Nowhere

Not a night goes by, I don't dream of wandering Through the home that might have been I listened to my pride when my heart cried out for you Now every day I wake again In a house that might have been a home, a home I mistook the warnings for wisdom From

And I don't have to tell you why Don't want to be on no rooftop Frying in the afternoon sun Don't want to sit by no fountain Listening to the man-made stream run Just want to stand where the sea-spray Gleams like fire with you Don't want to go to no

Well, I don't know Well this could be the last time This could be the last time Maybe the last time I don't know, oh no, oh no Well I told you once and I told you twice But ya never listen to my advice You don't try very hard to please me With what you

If you don't know, don't know what you're missing now Dixie Highway to Detroit city Take off a Friday and do your hair up pretty Hard hillbilly, mow town row Song so good you drive just to listen Yeah, you don't know, hah! Car's made of soul and

When it was good it was bittersweet honey You made me sad 'til I loved the shade of blue I know you don't want to talk to me So this is what I will do Maybe you're listening So here's one last song for you I'm sending a message to you And I'm hoping that

"G" stands for girl-like Gangsta (Ladies say) Don't make 'em like me anymore So we in danger So at ease, little guy, we out-rank ya And when the G's come around just put your hands up Listen when I speak, Don't talk 'til I say so, Real G's work hard for