I said I'm mad (I'm burnin' up) I had a friend one time, at least I thought he was my friend For he came to me, said "I ain't got no place to go" I said "take it easy man, you can come home to my house, I'll get you a pillow where you can rest your head"

I only want to be In your record collection As I thought I was I take too long To answer telephones I take too long to type my name And record messages But my handwriting is excellent

I can try to stop it, all I like Hands down I've lost this fight But I just can't hide the truth Thought I was strong, enough for you I guess I'm going down You say it's not supposed to be Tell me not to waste my time This was never up to me But if it

A teenage vow in a parking lot, 'til tonight do us part I sing the blues and swallow them too So hum hallelujah, just off the key of reason I thought I loved you, it was just how you looked in the light I could write it better than you ever felt it It's

I only want to be In your record collection As I thought I was I take too long To answer telephones I take too long to type my name And record messages But my handwriting is excellent

That's rich nigga problems, lil' whoadie If lovin' me is wrong, I don't wanna be right then, bitch you hatin' I'm never home, one time I thought I was home it was only the matrix Rich nigga problems, lil' whoadie I'm never wrong, one time thought I was

The skin that you're in is all soft now And your bones are dry as ice What you sitting round here for and why is that Cos everybody's pushing out babies now In the mornings I was getting high with you Well I thought I'd see you around but you're dead now

The grass was greener The light was brighter The nights of wonder Beyond the horizon of the place we lived when we were young In a world of magnets and miracles Our thoughts strayed constantly and without boundary The ringing of the division bell had

Was he handsome? Was I drunk? Did momma give me hell? Sweet young thing of sixteen Thought I'd step out one night I longed to get the thrilling life I've missed I met a youth A bit uncouth Although he seemed alright

You thought it was over; it's not over I'll be back; I brought my axe In the shadows, alone in the dark Young victims I stalk I'll be back From the grave To mutilate Axed in the back Pick through the neck