I'll go back to my old ways Not goin' back to my old ways These colors, colors, colors, colors I'm not in the same place That I was, I was, I was, I was But if somebody tells me I'm gonna say no way I'm out of the doorway I'm hearin' them all say

I'm sorry oh , I'm sorry, I'm sorry, no And I've, been abused, I feel so used, because of you And I've, lost it all, fell today, it's all the same I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry I loved you, you made me, hate me You gave me hate, see? It saved me and

I'm the king of sorrow, yeah I'm crying everyone's tears It's just a day that brings it all about Just another day and nothing's any good The DJ's playing the same song I have so much to do I have to carry on The king of sorrow King of sorrow

Doesn't it feel the same as the cattle out to graze Like a worm boring through cinders and rock and ash I think I need a broom To sweep away the day cleanse us of the shame we're in I'm in Like a stray with the mange runs and lies and man I think I need

You're a brand-new kind of actress 'Cause you're a brand-new kind of actress You're the same old stubborn waitress, baby I'm a brand-new kind of actress You said you heard of me so why are you so afraid? Some minor changes made, you'll miss the big

There goes the alarm Now he gotta getcha And there goes the alarm ringing in my head Like somebody said, "don't you trust him, no" Texting from his ex, what did you expect? Now you're lying here knowing where he goes Karma is a bitch, yeah Same way that

Bang bang! bang bang! Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is Everyday it's the same thing, L.A. ain't changed Niggas still player hating, but Dre ain't changed I'm just a lot smarter now Cause these

That's just the way it is Things will never be the same Come on come on I see no changes wake up in the morning and I ask myself Is life worth living should I blast myself? I'm tired of bein' poor and even worse I'm black My stomach hurts so I'm lookin'

Well, damn these dreams The first time it felt like fallin' in love Playin' my heart just like a guitar string Chasin' that same old whiskey melody It's hard to look true love in the eye and leave I remember hearin' Hank on the radio I bought a cassette,

You're guilty all the same Too sick to be ashamed You want to point your finger But there's no one else to blame Guilty all the same Tell us all again Show us all again What you think we should be What the answers are