Misery's best friend can't be a dead-end A bag full of regrets, and I'm coming clean Some feel it, especially the rejects A bad habit; don't forget it: you better Count your last blessings and fill up the wagon Chases its feet And now I'm running out of

Wanna be evil Purple Yellow Red and Blue Wanna do is Live in ectascy I know what's best for me I can't help it It's this hopeless itch

Hangin' out the passenger side of his best friend's ride Trying to holla at me A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me I don't want no scrub No, I don't want no scrub Oh yes son, I'm talking to you So no, I don't want your number No, I don't want

Karmacoma, Jamaican aroma You sure you want to be with me I've nothing to give Take a walk take a rest Taste the rest Deflowering my baby, aiyee my baby me Monopoly and properly kissed Won't lie and say this love is best Leave us in emotional peace

Knowing me, knowing you (a-ha) There is nothing we can do We just have to face it This time we're through Breaking up is never easy, I know But I have to go Knowing me, knowing you It's the best I can do No more carefree laughter

Go get 'em, go get 'em, go get 'em They say best go back to black Crack and Moroccan black, go back to that UK rap, we mashing that CAS and Giggs on a track, imagine that Them man's shit was sounding wack So man had to come pick up the slack Attract

We've got it, we've got it, we've got it made Were having the best time, living the fast life Thinking were just too damn young to die Can't wait for next time to see all the bright lights To see it all Driving the fast lane out on the freeway Tell us to

Wanna be evil Purple Yellow Red and Blue Wanna do is Live in ectascy I know what's best for me I can't help it It's this hopeless itch

Can you try me? (Try me), try me (try me) Once you put your pride aside You can notify me (-fy me), -fy me (-fy me) Baby girl, remind me (-mind me), -mind me (-mind me) Havin' thoughts you never had, yeah You're the best I ever had (you're the best I

And we can run, from the backdrop of these gears and scalpels At every hour goes the tick-tock bang of monitors as They stared us down when we met in the emergency room And in our beds, I could hear you breathe with help from cold machines Every hour, on