Dreaming of screaming Someone kick kick me out out of my mind We're the prophetic generation of bottled water, bottled water You, you went beyond and you lost it all Why did you go there From (For treated indigenously, digenously) (Human right is private blue

So what'cha gonna do about it? Take those horns, throw them up We like our hair down, volume up Kick Kick like a machine gun Cold beer, stage dives Scream along all night Metal brings us to our knees Motherfucking therapy Wear it like a scarlet letter

All the way down Let it ride Gotta check it out out Out Out on the street The summer heat Boys playing games Changing their names Pulling tricks Getting their kicks

Let me me tell you how I come through with the 1-2 Kickin' shit like kung fu Treat a bad bitch like she average I'm a savage, lil' hoe, what you wan' do? I'm about cash if the route fast I'ma get that lil' nigga, by any means Momma complain 'bout my

Tell me me when it kicks in All the voices in my mind Calling out out across the line And I saw scars upon her I feel the chemicals burn in my bloodstream So tell me me when it kicks in Broken hearted Broken heart How'd I get so faded

Give me me a boost over Heaven's gate You're the one habit I just can't kick kick I'm gonna need a boost 'Cause everything else is a substitute for your love As many times as you can And in the end if I don't make it on the list Would you sneak me me a wristband?

All I want to say is that They don't really care about us Skin head, dead head Everybody gone bad Everybody allegation In the suite, on the news Everybody dog food Kick Kick me, kick kick me He wouldn't let this be, no, no

I get a kick kick every time I see I get a kick kick though it's clear to me me You obviously don't adore me me I get no kick kick in a plane Flying too high with some guy in the sky Is my idea of nothing to do Yet I get a kick kick out of you My story is much too sad to be told

Tell me me I'm an angel Take this to my grave Tell me me I'm a bad, bad, bad, bad man Tell me me I'm a bad man Well I think I'm gonna burn in hell S-I-N, S-I-N, S-I-N, S-I-N Kick Kick me like a stray I know a thing about contrition

At night I walk this stinkin' street past the crazies on my block And I see the same old faces and I hear that same old talk And I'm searching for the latest thing, a break in this routine I'm talkin' some new kicks, ones like you ain't never seen This