I've been through a lot of shit ye' I surrender
Cause when my Mama said be a good boy, I was Better...
I need thos fuckin' pills to get some dry tongue
Cause when my Mama said be a good boy, I was on drugs...
I've bured my eyes a thousand times, in the sun,
Yeah... And if I really wanna' be a good boy, I'll surrender...
And I've got more to go... and ever since I know...
What comes aound, just goes around again.. yeah.
And I've got more to go, so please just let me go...
And I won't ever haunt you again.
The more I struggle around this, the more I get owned..yeah.
Cause when my Moma said be a good boy, I was sober...
Round and round, around and round...
I've got my hands in my pocket. I dream again, and I dream again,
No sleep again... the need against the taste...
I've must have been so crazy, like I used to do...
Like I used to use to cry aloud... |
