You've got your war against my head Take away every single pain (see my pain!) That infects each and every day (everyday!) I will bury you once and for all You're a monster, you're built to fall Push that button, make it end (You're built to fall! You're

Everybody knows Stepping out, everyone can see my face All the things I can't erase from my life Standing out so you won't forget my name That's the way we play this game of life Tell me now, if you came sneaking up behind Would you know me and see

I bleed it out Digging deeper just to throw it away Just to throw it away Say your prayers and stomp it out When they bring that chorus in Yeah, here we go for the hundredth time Hand grenade pins in every line Throw 'em up and let something shine Going

You can't hurt me now I surrender You can't hurt me now, I'm gone from you You can't reach me where I've gone to I surrender Same cycle happen every day Same characters same play My game plan's become clear Gotta find a way out of here There ain't no

Feels like I'm losing my mind So close, almost Ain't it my turn to win I'd take, one break Would that be such a sin Just a stepping-stone I'm just another old dirt road Yes, you walk on It happens every time

Get your party right, it's a Friday night Lime on the rim of that dixie silver Smokin' up a faded out 4x4 I brought the songs and you brought the party Only one way to do it up right Everybody goes where eveybody knows That anything goes on a Friday

James Dean went out to Hollywood A young man from a small town With a very large imagination Gave way to the sound below And put his picture in a Picture Show. Every time he clicks his Kodak pics He steals a little bit of soul. Lay alone in his room with

Maybe we don't deserve love Keep both eyes on the road tonight Keep you waiting, hour after hour Every night, in your lonely tower Looking down, at all of the wreckage When we met, you never expected Mary, roll away the stone 'Cause I'm driving home to

'Cause everyday we oughta have pesos This is the way it goes, this is the way we roll Gun cock Gun shot, gonna lick a boy Gun clock Gun shot, gone a little boy I be that pretty motherfucker, Harlem's what I'm repping Tell my nigga split the bitch and we

Lay it all on me now Your love's always finding me out Who am I kidding? Will you lay it all on me now? Write it on a piece of paper, honey Put it in my coat before I go Everything starts at your skin, so new If all my defenses come down, oh baby