If you need me, wanna see me Sorry there's no way out (sorry) Call my friends and tell them that I love them And I'll miss them Take me to the rooftop I wanna see the world when I stop breathing, turning blue Tell me love is endless, don't be so

Heavy is the head that wears the crown Second guessing your decisions Trying to find out what's been missing Go and wake the king Call to arms For those who kiss the ring Stand your ground The walls are coming down

You wan'da step into my world It's a sociopsychotic state of bliss You've been delayed in the real world How many times have you hit and missed? Your cat-scan shows disfiguration I want to laugh myself to death With a misfired synapse With a bent

Rock and Roll, Rock And I drink more than you And party harder than you do And my car's faster than yours too P.I.N.K. P.I.M.P I'm back again I know y'all missed me I'm so so sick can't handle it Yeah I talk shit just deal with it

I got some ocean front property in Arizona From my front porch you can see the sea If you'll buy that I'll throw the golden gate in free Cause I don't love you Now if you'll buy that If you leave me I won't miss you And I won't ever take you back Girl

Songs in the kitchen All my dreams came true My songs took me far away Now I'm singing them every night In these bright lights up on this stage To tell you the truth I'm probably just missing Songs in the car Songs from the heart

I've been thinking about you baby It don't matter, when you turn Gonna survive, live and learn By the light of dawn, and in my blues Day and night, I been missing you Almost makes me crazy Come and live with me Either way, win or lose When you're born

I'd rather be smoking weed Whenever we breathe Everytime you kiss me Don't say that you miss me Just come get me Don't know why just know I want to Don't know why just know I want you I'd rather be breaking things 'Cause we can't see

I’m gonna miss you when you’re gone There’s gonna be some rainy Sundays I know you don’t believe that, you’re wrong I know you don’t believe that, but you’re wrong Wishing one day, I’ll see you again Maybe I’m getting ahead of myself But I know you’re

You can catch me in the whip with a fifth of pimp juice And I'm poppin' a clip, 'bout to fix this issue Ya pray that I don't hit, I ain't equipped to miss you Ya gonna need an ambulance to stitch ya tissue Or either have a bag on ya hip to shit through