And now she find out what life is really worth No to X rated Blazin', mi don't want dem Mi need dem Suh mi tek har outta bugah red and put her in a tall skirt Yo mi tek har outta bugah red and put her in a tall skirt Hurry up with my damn massage

Nasty, nasty Triple X rated Justice, a waste-pit Deeper in the dirt Making bodies hurt Deeper down!

You made it You played it Your shit is overrated Worn out and faded The weakness starts to show They've created the generation That we know Washed up and hated The system moves so slow

Yeah, I meant it I'm fucked up, I'm faded I'm so complicated Those things that I said They were so overrated I thought I-I-I-I-I-I can shake this off But I-I-I-I-I-I, yeah, I meant it Oh yeah, I-I-I-I-I-I, really fucking meant it I've been drunk three

Comfortable silence is so overrated We haven't spoke since you went away Why won't you ever say what you want to say? Maybe one day you'll call me and tell me that you're sorry too Even my phone misses your call, by the way Woke up alone in this hotel

Run just as fast as I can To the middle of nowhere To the middle of my frustrated fears And I swear you're just like a pill 'Stead of makin' me better, you keep makin' me ill You keep makin' me ill I can't stay on your life support, there's a shortage in

It sure as hell ain't normal but we deal, we deal Can't take the kid from the fight Take the fight from the kid You're a regular decorated emergency It's not so pleasant and it's not so conventional Sit back, relax, sit back, relapse again Just sit back,

Simple as can be Its just that simple, S-I-M-P-L-E It's like one, two, three Just as easy as can be Just the way you look at me You make me smile Ain't no need to complicate it, we both know that's overrated We've been there, it's safe to say it ain't

What is this feeling So sudden and new? I felt the moment I laid eyes on you My pulse is rushing My head is reeling Does it have a name? Unadulterated loathing There's a strange exhilaration

Black boy fly Watch that black boy fly So I'm saying "What up what up. Nigga you made it." So I'm saying "What up what up. Nigga I hate it." I used to be jealous of Aaron Afflalo Frustrated and I'm riding down the back streets Making my conscious ask me