Tony dead and his brother too Streets talkin' every week the coppers comin' through And homicides scoopin' niggas out of Paulie crew Damn, he in some shit just like a number two So he need that lawyer money, plus that Sig Sauer money On his second body

Just when I thought I said all I can say My chick on the side, said she got one on the way These are my confessions, man I'm throwed and I don't know what to do I guess I gotta give part two of my confessions Damn near cried when I got that phone call

It was my senior year I just turned eighteen I was a Friday night hero, with division one dreams I had an offer on the table A four year ride 'Til that fourth and two and twenty four dive I left on a stretcher, wound up on a crutch Walked on that next

Time will turn us into statues, eventually We're just ordinary people, you and me You and I were two old and tortured souls Repaired by a love of broken things In a life, just some bodies growing old No fear of the end, of anything We got by, though we

Cause it's always been a matter of trust It's a matter of trust Some love is just a lie of the heart The cold remains of what began with a passionate start One, two, one, two, three, four And they may not want it to end But it will it's just a question

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Hop into my spaceship coupe There's only room for two (Me and you) And with the top down We'll cruise around Land and make love on the moon And with the top of you wrapped up In my space lover cocoon

Ooh love Ooh lover boy What're doing tonight hey boy That's because I'm a good old fashioned lover boy When I'm not with you I can dim the lights And sing you songs full of sad things We can do the tango just for two I can serenade and gently play On

I'm livin' two different lives One girl in the day You in the night And even though this ain't right I just can't get enough Of the way you put it down You really got me trippin' Hold up baby girl Don't talk just listen

Two weeks ago for the Christmas formal For the Christmas formal That's a fuckin' sacrament Just so, you know 'Cause the Christmas formal last year was so funny I thought well, maybe I didn't like mescaline before but I had such a good time It was just so

One, Two, Three So call it what you call it I won't give it up just to save myself I should have known what I started You should know where your heart is But I don't, I won't be a part of Expectations when I grow up But I just won't be afraid of myself