Everybody's got this disease We're born to live, we're born to die We're forced to swallow these pills and to never ask why What I've become? What can you see? That everybody, everybody, everybody's got this disease Forget what you are Forget what you

The words I hear are of scrambled letters Guess it's been there for years It never let me know I was alright What you wanted was impossible to define What you wanted was a mystery to me It's hard to believe You could be such a disease I can no longer

You are the crutch of this disease And I've been locked in your machine Sit here and rot, or break this deal My mouth is shut, my lips are sealed Your state of mind revealed That my love for you was real They say in time wounds heal But I got nothing

Please take me It's the only way I feel it calling Go away, away You bumped into me I was down and you took me up past the ceiling You are the disease I'm the remedy that numbs all your feelings

You are your own worst enemy So what ails you is what impales you I am my own worst enemy You're a victim of the system I've got a really bad disease It's got me begging On my hands and knees

Young money Mack I'm goin' in I'm a Millionaire I'm a Young Money Millionaire, tougher than Nigerian hair My criteria compared to your career just isn't fair I'm a venereal disease like a menstrual bleed Threw the pencil and leak on the sheet of the

It's like I checked into rehab And, baby, you're my disease I gotta check into rehab 'Cause, baby, you're my disease Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, you're the reason why I'm thinking I don't wanna smoke on these cigarettes no more I guess

She asked me, "Son, when I grow old, Will you buy me a house of gold? And when your father turns to stone, Will you take care of me?" I will make you queen of everything you see, I'll put you on the map, I'll cure you of disease. Let's say we up and left

You are the crutch of this disease And I've been locked in your machine Sit here and rot, or break this deal My mouth is shut, my lips are sealed Your state of mind revealed That my love for you was real They say in time wounds heal But I got nothing

Pretty hurts Shine the light on whatever's worse Perfection is the disease of a nation Tryna fix something But you can't fix what you can't see It's the soul that needs the surgery Are you happy with yourself Just another stage Pageant the pain away