You love me I just take it day by day Never hearing what they say All I got is these broken clocks I ain't got no time Just burning daylight

Touching the untouchables but they don't know Respect the disrespectable's, but in the end you know You turn away, what can I say? Hello to you, my sweet young friends Have you got money perhaps you could lend? I wash my leather face in the afternoon sun

What about your friends, will they stand their ground, Will they let you down again? What about your friends, are they gonna be lowdown, Will they ever be around, Or will they turn their backs on you? So to speak hypothetically Say I supply creativity to

But I do, I do They say I don't really need your love Give you all of me, I'II never leave Ways that we could stay between the sheets Oh, but they can't see what you do to me Doesn't really matter what they say And they don't think you don't give enough

Niggaz don't mean what they say when they talk Niggaz lean a certain kind of way when they walk Bitches don't mean what they say when they talk Bitches lean a certain kind of way when they walk Cowards don't mean what they say when they talk Cowards lean

Don't surrender, surrender, surrender Please remember, remember December We were so in love back then Are you listening To what they say? Don't go that way Remember, remember, December Please remember Don't surrender

Don't you bring me down today Don't you bring me down today Every day is so wonderful And suddenly, it's hard to breathe Now and then, I get insecure From all the pain, I'm so ashamed I am beautiful no matter what they say Words can't bring me down I am

Or into it what you read You can do it your own way If it's done just how I say Independence limited Freedom of choice is mad for you my friend Doesn't matter what you see Freedom of speech is words that they will bend Freedom with their exception Do you

Lose control In increasing pace Wantonly waste Intention erased Whatever they say These people are torn Wild and bereft Assassin is born (yeah) War is overdue

I might just paint the Bentley mustard (skrr) I got rich, that's on my mother (yeah) Say she love you, still can't trust her (what, yeah, yeah) Cut the pork, drop the top, then I Speed Race it (skrrt) But my frames, they Dior, I can't see, baby (I can't