(ft. Matthew Santos)

[normal Chorus:]
If you are what you say you are
A superstar
Then have no fear
The camera’s here
and the microphones and they wanna know
Oh oh oh oh

[Verse 1:]
Yea, uh
A fresh cool young Lu
Trying to cash his microphone check 2, 1, 2
Want to believe my own hype but it’s too untrue
The world brought me to my knees
What have you brung you?
Did you improve on the design?
Did you do something new?
Well your name ain’t on the guest list
Who brung you? You
The more famous person, you come through
And the sexy lady next to you
You come too
And then it hit me
Standing outside of heaven waiting for God to come and get me
I’m too uncouth
Unschooled to the rules
And too gum shoe
Too much of a newcomer
And too uncool
Like Shadow and Lavelle
I battle with it well
Though I need a holiday like lady who sung blue
Go back what ever you did you undo
Heavy is heaven
The devil on me two tonnes too

[normal Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
And you better wear your shades
The spotlights here can burn holes through the stage
Down through the basement
Past the Indian graves
Where the dinosaurs laid
And out through China
Nearly misses air liners
Magnified times five
This is pointed at the rhymer
Ricochets off the moon and sets the forest ablaze
Now that’s important to say
Cuz even with all of that
Most of us don’t want it to fade
We want it to braid
Meaning we want it to grow
Meaning we want it to stay
Like the governor called
And they told him to wait
Un-strap him from the chair
And put him back in his cage
The audience ain’t fazed
And they ain’t gon’ clap and they ain’t gon’ praise
They want everything back that they paid
Cuz they been waiting since ten to see the lights get dim

(chorus)

If you are what you say you are
a superstar
then have no fear
the crowd is here
and the lights are on and they want a show
oh oh oh oh yeah

[Verse 3:]
So chauffeur chauffeur come and take me away
Cuz I been standing in this line
For like five whole days
Me and security ain’t getting along
And when I got to the front they told me all of the tickets were gone
So just take me home where the mood is mellow
And the roses are grown
M&M’s are yellow
And the light bulbs around my mirror don’t flicker
Everybody gets a nice autograph picture
One for you and one for your sister
Who had to work tonight but is an avid listener
Every song’s a favorite song
And mics don’t feed back
All the reviewers say you need to go and see that
And everybody claps cuz everybody is pleased
Then they all take the stage and start performing for me
Like ha ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha ha

[normal chorus)
If you are what you say you are
A superstar
Then have no fear
The camera’s is here
and the microphones and they wanna know
Oh oh oh oh yeah
If you are what you say you are
Then have no fear

[Dr Dre]
Ya’ll know me still the same ol’ G
But I been low key
Hated on by most these niggas
Wit no cheese, no deals and no G’s, no wheels and no keys
No boats, no snowmobiles and no ski’s
Mad at me cause
I can finally afford to provide my family wit groceries
Got a crib wit a studio and it’s all full of tracks
To add to the wall full of plaques
Hangin up in the office in back of my house like trophies
But ya’ll think I’m gonna let my dough freeze
Ho Please
You better bow down on both knees
Who you think taught you to smoke trees
Who you think brought you the o’ G’s
Eazy-E’s Ice Cube’s and D.O.C’s and Snoop D O double G’s
And a group that said muthafuck the police
Gave you a tape full of dope beats
To bump when stroll through in your hood
And when your album sales wasn’t doin too good
Who’s the doc that he told you to go see
Ya’ll better listen up closely
All you niggas that said that I turned pop
Or the Firm flop
ya’ll are the reason Dre ain’t been getting no sleep
So fuck ya’ll all of ya’ll
If ya’ll don’t like me blow me
Ya’ll are gonna keep fuckin around wit me
And turn me back to the old me

[chorus x2 - Eminem]

Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say
But nothin comes out when they move they lips
Just a buncha gibberish
And muthafuckas act like they forgot about Dre

[Eminem]
So what do you say to somebody you hate
Or anybody tryna bring trouble your way
Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way
Just study your tape of NWA.
One day I was walkin by
Wit a walkmen on
When I caught a guy givin me an awkward eye
And strangled him off in the parkin lot wit his Karl Kani
I don’t give a fuck if it’s dark or not
I’m harder than me tryna park a Dodge
But I’m drunk as fuck
Right next to a humungous truck in a two car garage
Hoppin out wit two broken legs tryna walk it off
Fuck you too bitch call the cops
I’ma kill you and them loud ass muthafuckin barkin dogs
And when the cops came through
Me and Dre stood next to a burnt down house
Wit a can full of gas and a hand full of matches
And still weren’t found out
From here on out it’s the Chronic 2
Startin today and tomorrows the new
And I’m still loco enough
To choke you to death wit a Charleston chew
[Record scratch]
Slim shady hotter then a set of twin babies
In a Mercedes Benz wit the windows up
And the temp goes up to the mid 80’s
Callin men ladies
Sorry Doc but I been crazy
There is no way that you can save me
It’s ok go with him Hailey

[chorus x2]

[Dr Dre]
If it was up to me
You muthafuckas would stop comin up to me
Wit your hands out lookin up to me
Like you want somethin free
When my last cd was out you wasn’t bumpin me
But now that I got this little company
Everybody wanna come to me like it was some disease
But you won’t get a crumb from me
Cause I’m from the streets of Compton
I told em all
All them little gangstas
Who you think helped mold ‘em all
Now you wanna run around and talk about guns
Like I ain’t got none
What you think I sold ‘em all
Cause I stay well off
Now all I get is hate mail all day sayin Dre fell off
What cause I been in the lab wit a pen and a pad
Tryna get this damn label off
I ain’t havin that
This is the millenium of Aftermath
It ain’t gonna be nothin after that
So give me one more platinum plaque and fuck rap
You can have it back
So where’s all the mad rappers at
It’s like a jungle in this habitat
But all you savage cats
Knew that I was strapped wit gats
When you were cuddled wit cabbage patch

[Chorus x3]

Whoo (woo,woo,woo)
Whoo (woo,woo,woo)
MAYBACH MUSIC.. BOSS
MAYBACH MUSIC.. RICKY ROSS
MAYBACH MUSIC.. ITS TRIPPLE C’s
MAYBACH MUSIC.. COLOR CUT CLARIY

My gun dirty, my brick clean
Im ridding dirty, my dick clean
She talk dirty but her mouth clean
Bitch I’m MC hammer.. I’m about cream
I got 30 cars, hole lot of dancers
I take them everywhere.. I’m MC Hammer
Started selling dough, I’m too legit to quit
When its hammer time, I’m pulling out the stick

Im at the car lot, I’m going broke
I pay for 5, they find a couple more
I take them home, like I do my hoes
I dress them up, I buy them clothes
Glass slippers, I gas’s hoes
Now she’s acting brand new on you assholes
Limousines, I did that, two door coops boy I live that
My top back, I’m circumcised
I pull it back, just to go inside
She thinking folic, I’m thinking wings stop
Feening lemon pepper, I got my thing cocked
Black bat mobile, its only new Ferrari
Its called scaglietti one button like a Atari
Im just advising, my profit is rising
Niggas buying stocks any nigga like a verizon

My gun dirty, my brick clean
Im ridding dirty, my dick clean
She talk dirty but her mouth clean
Bitch I’m MC hammer.. I’m about cream
I got 30 cars, hole lot of dancers
I take them everywhere.. I’m MC Hammer
Started selling dough, I’m too legit to quit
When its hammer time, I’m pulling out the stick

I got the porche, I was so ecstatic
100 grand a day my operation is so elaborate
Credit card sqeems, that was for the faggots
Mother fuck window shopping boy I gotta have it
Now my shit be booming all across the atlas
Puchi puchi money long now we call him alex
Hade to move from daisy cuz that shit went local
Pick up the mansion and I sat that bitch back down in bocal
My badest bitch is latin but they call me loco
Till I fuck them in the ass out in Acapulco
Im thinkin money every moment thinkin money
I bust a nut then I’m back to thinkin money
My wrist froze my mind blow I’m off slow my eyes closed
You gotta judge a man by his principles
Teflon don, I am invincible

My gun dirty, my brick clean
Im ridding dirty, my dick clean
She talk dirty but her mouth clean
Bitch I’m MC Hammer.. I’m about cream
I got 30 cars, hole lot of dancers
I take them everywhere.. I’m MC Hammer
Started selling dough, I’m too legit to quit
When its hammer time, I’m pulling out the stick

Ground rules

I’ll give you all the diamonds and money
But you can’t break my heart
Cause that’ll just get you fired
And everybody needs a job

Work is scarce competition is fierce
Fonzi frontin in the new leather like they don’t care
Word? Let’s get you an award for that performance
Winner in the category for the best boring
Tell the tough guys we tougher than tough times
And needles in the nerves to make the tighten up unwind
One time, for locking out the light in your eyes
You’re searching for your perfect one
Broken down from getting at all
To take it however it comes
Plain day you the specialest one
Oh me oh my!
I’ll give you all the milk and the honey
but you can’t break my heart
Cause that’ll just get you fired
Sloppy worker get your pay grade bust

Work is scarce skilled working is rare
Fonzi fronting at the job site
primpping up they hair
Word? Well tell them only staff could drink they coffee
Walking papers hit the office
sleep late tomorrow morning
Tell the tough guys we’re tougher than tough times
and nerves don’t snap when the clock touch crunchtime
That’s right we’re tougher than tough times
From been narrow wind
To the clock just unwind
Fa sho we tougher than tough times
My proof don’t need to lie My tighten up don’t unwind

Sunshine
Lifting up the light in your eyes
You’re gazing at your perfect one
broken down from never at all
to better than you could ever want
Great day I know that you had to come
Oh me oh my

I’ll give you all the diamonds and money
But you can’t break my heart
Cause that’ll just get you fired
And you’re doing such a beautiful job

(Wait a minute, man. Hey, check this out, tell it. It was this blind man, right? Man, check this out… it was this blind man, right? He was feelin’ his way down the street with this stick, right? Hey. He walked past this fish market, you know what I’m sayin’? He stopped, he took a deep breath, he said, “Woooooo, good morning, ladies.” You like that shit, man? Hey, man, I got a gang of that shit, man. I tell you what… my man on the guitar, fool on the drums, everybody just crowd around the mic, I’ll tell you all these mutha-fuckin’ jokes. But first, I’ma start it off like this. Hey, help me sing it, homeboy.)
Colt 45 and two Zig Zags, baby that’s all we need.
We can go to the park after dark, smoke that tumbleweed.
And as the marijuana burns we can take our turns, singing them dirty rap songs
Stop and hit the bong like Cheech and Chong, sell tapes from here to Hong Kong.
So roll, roll, roll my joint. Pick out the seeds and stems.
Feelin’ high as hell flyin’ through Palmdale, skatin’ on Dayton rims.
So roll, roll the ‘83 Cadillac Coup de Ville.
If my tapes and my cds just don’t sell, I bet my caddy will.

Well it was just sundown in a small white town. They call it Eastside Palmdale.
When the Afroman walked through the white land, houses went up for sale.
Well, I was standin’ on the corner sellin’ rap cds when I met a little girl named Jan.
I let her ride in my Caddy cause I didn’t know her daddy was the leader of the Klu Klux Klan.
We fucked on the bed, fucked on the flo’, fucked so long, I grew a fuckin’ afro.
Then I fucked to the left, fucked to the right. She sucked my dick ’til the shit turned white.
I thought to myself, “Sheba, Sheba! Got my ass lookin’ like a ZEBRA!”
I pulled on my clothes and I was on my way, until her daddy pulled up in a Chevrolet.
I ran. I jumped out the back window, but her daddy, he was waitin’ with a 2 x 4.
Oh, he beat me to the left, he beat me to the right. The mutha-fucker whooped my ass all night.
But I ain’t mad at her prejudiced dad, that’s the best damn pussy I ever had.
I got a bag of weed and a bottle of wine. I’m a fuck that bitch just one more time.

Colt 45 and two Zig Zags, baby that’s all we need.
We can go to the park after dark, smoke that tumbleweed.
And as the marijuana burns we can take our turns, singing them dirty rap songs
Stop and hit the bong like Cheech and Chong, sell tapes from here to Hong Kong.
So roll, roll, roll my joint. Pick out the seeds and stems.
Feelin’ high as hell flyin’ through Palmdale, skatin’ on Dayton rims.
So roll, roll the ‘83 Cadillac Coup de Ville.
If my tapes and my cds just don’t sell, I bet my caddy will.

I met this lady in Hollywood. She had green hair, but damn she looked good.
I took her to my house, cause she was fine, but she whipped out a dick that was bigger than mine.
I met this lady from Japan, never made love with an African.
I fucked her once, I fucked her twice. I ate that pussy like shrimp fried rice.
Don’t be amazed at the stories I tell ya. I met a woman in the heart of Australia.
Had a big butt and big titties, too, so I hopped in her ass like a kangaroo.
See, I met this women from Hawaii. Stuck it in her ass, and she said, “Aiiiiieeee!”
Lips was breakfast, pussy was lunch, then her titties busted open with Hawaiian Punch.
Met Colonel Sander’s wife in the state of Kentucky. She said, “I’ll fry some chicken if you just fuck me.”
I came in her mouth. It was a crisis. I gave her my secret blend of herbs and spices.

Colt 45 and two Zig Zags, baby that’s all we need.
We can go to the park after dark, smoke that tumbleweed.
And as the marijuana burns we can take our turns, singing them dirty rap songs
Stop and hit the bong like Cheech and Chong, sell tapes from here to Hong Kong.
Hey, wait a minute man, check this out.

I met Dolly Parton in Tennessee. Her titties were filled with Hennesy.
That country music nearly drove me crazy, but I rode that ass and said, “Yes, Miss Daisy!”
Met this lady in Oklahoma; put that pussy in a coma.
Met this lady in Michigan; I can’t wait ’til I fuck that bitch again.
Met a real black girl in South Carolina; fucked her ’til she turned into a white albina. Fucked this hooker in Iowa. I fucked her on credit, so I owe her.
Fucked this girl, down in Georgia; came in her mouth. Man, I thought I told ya.
Met this beautiful sexy ho; she just ran cross the border of Mexico.
Fine young thing, said her name’s Maria. I wrapped her up just like a Hot Tortilla.
I wanna get married, but I can’t afford it. I know I’ma cry when she gets deported.

Colt 45 and two Zig Zags, baby that’s all we need.
We can go to the park after dark, smoke that tumbleweed.
And as the marijuana burns we can take our turns, singing them dirty rap songs
Stop and hit the bong like Cheech and Chong, sell tapes from here to Hong Kong.

Have you ever went over to a girl’s house to fuck, but the pussy just ain’t no good? (SAY WHAT?)
And then you’re getting’ upset cause you can’t get her wet, plus you in the wrong neighborhood?
So you try to play it off and eat the pussy, but it takes her so long to cum (SAY WHAT?)
Then a dude walks in. That’s her big boyfriend, and he asks you where you from? (Where you from, man?)
So you wipe your mouth, and you try to explain (I don’t bang.), you start talkin’ real fast.
But he’s already mad, cause you fuckin’ his wife, so he starts beatin’ on your ass.
Now your clothes all muddy, your nose all bloody, your dick was hard but now it’s soft. (WHUT?)
You thought you had a girl to rock your world, now you still gotta go jack off.

Colt 45 and two Zig Zags, baby that’s all we need.
We can go to the park after dark, smoke that tumbleweed.
(fade out)

She wanna get it, so she do me all up on the wall
She wanna get it, so she do me all up on the wall
I wanna get it, so I do her all up on the wall
I wanna get it, so I do her all up on the wall
She wanna get it, so she do me all up on the wall
She wanna get it, so she do me all up on the wall
I wanna get it, so I do her all up on the wall
I wanna get it, so I do her all up on the wall

[Verse 1 - Brisco]
Yeah, I be that nigga Brisco
When I come through they know I’m known to ball
She sippin’ Nuvo while I’m puffing, got ‘em on the wall
Got the spliff, half stick
Hands on the handle bars
Hop in with the top back now I’m in my lane, bowling ball
Ha, I might be going about a hundred miles
Sippin’ on that Henny in the ‘ghini I be going hard
She like: “Don’t leave me papa”
I’m not a G but I’ll be here you ever need me, need me

[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
Uh, she wanna get it, so she do me all up on the wall
She wanna get it, so she do me all up on the wall
I wanna get it, so I do her all up on the wall
I wanna get it, so I do her all up on the wall
She wanna get it, so she do me all up on the wall
She wanna get it, so she do me all up on the wall
I wanna get it, so I do her all up on the wall
I wanna get it, so I do her all up on the wall

[Verse 2 - Brisco]
I do her all up on the wall
Shawty done forgot her draws
Check the bathroom and bye bye, I’mma beat her in the stall
Everybody on the wall
And we on that alcohol
Shit can happen, clap-clap-clappin’, round of applause
Ha, I might be going about a hundred miles
Sippin’ on that Henny in the ‘ghini I be going hard
She like: “Don’t leave me papa”
I’m not a G but I’ll be here you ever need me, need me
(What, what, what, what)

[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
Uh, she wanna get it, so she do me all up on the wall
She wanna get it, so she do me all up on the wall
I wanna get it, so I do her all up on the wall
I wanna get it, so I do her all up on the wall
She wanna get it, so she do me all up on the wall
She wanna get it, so she do me all up on the wall
I wanna get it, so I do her all up on the wall
I wanna get it, so I do her all up on the wall

[Verse 3 - Brisco]
I’m under her arrest, my hands completely cuffed
She always in control
I know she like it rough
Never you let her fuss
Never try to call her phone
Just hit her with a text, to let her know it’s on
Throw her all up on the wall
Now I’m all up on her fanny
She probably South Beach
Fountain blue Miami
I know she want get it
And I’m so quick to get it
I always pull her hair
And ask her how it feel
Brisco

[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
Uh, she wanna get it, so she do me all up on the wall
She wanna get it, so she do me all up on the wall
I wanna get it, so I do her all up on the wall
I wanna get it, so I do her all up on the wall
She wanna get it, so she do me all up on the wall
She wanna get it, so she do me all up on the wall
I wanna get it, so I do her all up on the wall
I wanna get it, so I do her all up on the wall

Yeahh… Jets Fool, Pilot Talk Nigga,
Everybody around this bitch got money,
We ain’t never gon run outta weed, yeahh, look up

Holla a mountain out
Billa villa in here, pimp that’s what I’m talkin bout
Closed minded lil children, I write my way to a million, lookin out the plane windows
Fuck around get popped like a collar
For slippin in my city get bitten, chewed, swallowed
Fool, what you think you like me
Your idol and your rival I be
Holdin the title with the precision of a Honda’s riflle
Shots fired, the forest too quiet, trees ignited
Fall back baby girl let me get high chick
Eagle droppin it’s the fly shit who gon stop him
On the ground I am like a quarterback attackin defensive line men homie who gon block em

Tearin thru the city
Snatchin bitches top of the building
King Kong ain’t got shit on me
25-8 goin 8 for the cake nigga
King Kong ain’t got shit on me
Wanna be pilots, get swatted out the sky around I
King Kong ain’t got shit on me

Larger than life, they hate me because they ain’t me
King Kong ain’t got shit on me

Yea, came up put it down for my set what I did Jets nigga
Founder of a flyer society raisin a partition so the driver won’t bother me
Women wishin for a position on either side of me
Hopin for a free ride to the top with me
Spendin my cheese, smokin my broccoli
Dressed neat, left the hotel suite sloppy off the chopper tree
Upstate New York, Woodstock, Socrates
The view from my rockin chair you would not believe
A million miles from New Orleans, left the key to the city with my brother now I’m comin back for it

Tearin thru the city
Snatchin bitches top of the building
King Kong ain’t got shit on me
25-8 goin 8 for the cake nigga
King Kong ain’t got shit on me
Wanna be pilots, get swatted out the sky around I
King Kong ain’t got shit on me
Larger than life, they hate me because they ain’t me
King Kong ain’t got shit on me

Yes. Well it’s a beautiful day. It’s gon’ be a beautiful night. Break out the champagne. Everybody get a glass. Let’s start it off sexy. Whatta ya say.

Uh…and all the ladies say. Ahh. And all the ladies say. I think I like that. And all the ladies say. Welcome to the champagne life. Where trouble is a bubble in the champagne glass. Dreams and reality are one and the same. And we gon’ do it like this.

Oh. Got an addiction for life and this livin’. Like everyday’s my birthday; know what I’m gettin’. And reserved for top notch, that’s where I’m sittin’. Me and my friends and, found six miss independents. And my attitude’s so chill and so breezy. In my designer suit I make this look easy. Sexy baby, don’t you dare act like you don’t see me. Baby I know you see me.

It’s all about them fast car nights and them big bold days. Livin’ this champagne life, everything’s okay. Let’s toast it up. Oh, let’s toast it up. Oh.

Said we play all night, and we play all day. Livin’ this champagne life, everything’s okay. Let’s toast it up. Oh, baby let’s toast it up. Oh. Champagne Life.

I got penthouse property on cloud nine. I got the sun, tell its girls it’s the way I shine. And reserved for top notch, that’s how I do mine. A Nice meal and a good wine. Definition of a good time. Livin’ out my dreams – watchin’ ‘em come true. And baby I’m a boss, I don’t know what they do. And if you’re down to ride, come on and I’ll take you. I know you want me to take you.

To where it’s all about them fast car nights and them big bold days. Livin’ this champagne life, everything’s okay. Let’s toast it up. Oh, everybody let’s toast it up. Ooh.

Said could we play all night, and we play all day. Livin’ this champagne life, everything’s okay. Let’s toast it up. Oh, baby let’s toast it up. Oh oh oh oh. Champagne Life.

Hey. We don’t even clap the same when we livin’ that champagne life. Sexier than a regular clap. Oh it’s a party. Reserved for top notch. Let’s bring it back.

Oh, (hey) said it’s all about them fast car nights and them big bold days. Livin’ this champagne life, everything’s okay. So let’s toast it up. Oh, and everybody let’s toast it up. Ooh woo.

So oh oh oh, could we play all night, and we play all day. Livin’ this champagne life, everything’s okay. Let’s toast it up. Oh, baby let’s toast it up. Oh. Champagne Life. Oh.

Yeah (Where haven’t we been yet)
Fool (Jet Set now where haven’t)
Where haven’t, we been (Gotta stay fresh)
Yeah, (Life under the scope)
(Full speed, full court)
(Media… Press)

Yeah, my weed lit,
My glass chill,
Couldn’t be concerned that’s how a hater feel
Car service only opportunity for rest,
In between destinations a lil hibernation
Life under the scope I gotta stay fresh,
They just wanna see ya fallin’
The only reason the cameras are when ya walkin’
The only reason they listenin’ when ya talkin’,
Waitin on ya to contridict yaself
All be and evict yaself from the house
Like when Beth instigated that situation
With Tammy got David kicked out
Suckers tryin’ figure my angle,
Puzzled by my shuffle icky wood in the bangles
Adjust my wing rudders in the prescence of danger,
Drop bombs on them niggas from the middle
Stay calm knowin’ we belong on the top,
But we ain’t trippin’,
Cause we’ll get there in a minute
Yeah, that’s the statement for the mission
Swiss movements so my watch ain’t tickin’
Who yo crew is,

Them niggas is bomb,
Throwin partys don’t that bitch come
They all at my art showin,
Me and my folks gettin drunk
Bangin’ my sound from the wall mouse

Yeah, life under the scope
Everything is a test,
It’s all day
Go, full speed, full court
Media, press,
They just wann see ya fuck it all up
Turn over, make ya give the ball up
They just wanna see ya fuck it all up

(Yeah)
Vintage air chairs hangin’ from the ceilin,
Naked beauties and blush pillows in em,
Incense and fresh linen,
I spit a complex venom
The real niggas it strengthins
The fake niggas it kills them,
And the Big homie said
That he “Still got visions of the rooftop.”
As do I,
George Jetson Jefferson
Deluxe apartment in the sky,
Niggas can’t downplay me baby
I’m too high
Pilots speak I crafted these in my Impala seat,
A New Orleans nigga,
And I’m way in the NYC weed twistin’
On a mission and I’m fishin’ for my nigga Skibeatz
I been in the game, OG
Seen fools blow up
And blow it low key

Just gonna stand there
And watch me burn
But that’s alright
Because I like
The way it hurts
Just gonna stand there
And hear me cry
But that’s alright
Because I love
The way you lie
I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie

I can’t tell you what it really is
I can only tell you what it feels like
And right now there’s a steel knife
In my windpipe
I can’t breathe
But I still fight
While I can fight
As long as the wrong feels right
It’s like I’m in flight
High of a love
Drunk from the hate
It’s like I’m huffing paint
And I love it the more that I suffer
I sufficate
And right before im about to drown
She resuscitates me
She fucking hates me
And I love it
Wait
Where you going
I’m leaving you
No you ain’t
Come back
We’re running right back
Here we go again
It’s so insane
Cause when it’s going good
It’s going great
I’m Superman
With the wind at his back
She’s Lois Lane
But when it’s bad
It’s awful
I feel so ashamed
I snap
Who’s that dude
I don’t even know his name
I laid hands on her
I’ll never stoop so low again
I guess I don’t know my own strength

Just gonna stand there
And watch me burn
But that’s alright
Because I like
The way it hurts
Just gonna stand there
And hear me cry
But that’s alright
Because I love
The way you lie
I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie

You ever love somebody so much
You can barely breathe
When you’re with them
You meet
And neither one of you
Even know what hit ‘em
Got that warm fuzzy feeling
Yeah them chills
Used to get ‘em
Now you’re getting fucking sick
Of looking at ‘em
You swore you’ve never hit ‘em
Never do nothing to hurt ‘em
Now you’re in each other’s face
Spewing venom
And these words
When you spit ‘em
You push
Pull each other’s hair
Scratch, claw, bit ‘em
Throw ‘em down
Pin ‘em
So lost in the moments
When you’re in ‘em
It’s the rage that took over
It controls you both
So they say it’s best
To go your separate ways
Guess that they don’t know ya
Cause today
That was yesterday
Yesterday is over
It’s a different day
Sound like broken records
Playin’ over
But you promised her
Next time you’ll show restraint
You don’t get another chance
Life is no Nintendo game
But you lied again
Now you get to watch her leave
Out the window
Guess that’s why they call it window pane

Just gonna stand there
And watch me burn
But that’s alright
Because I like
The way it hurts
Just gonna stand there
And hear me cry
But that’s alright
Because I love
The way you lie
I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie

Now I know we said things
Did things
That we didn’t mean
And we fall back
Into the same patterns
Same routine
But your temper’s just as bad
As mine is
You’re the same as me
But when it comes to love
You’re just as blinded
Baby please come back
It wasn’t you
Baby it was me
Maybe our relationship
Isn’t as crazy as it seems
Maybe that’s what happens
When a tornado meets a volcano
All I know is
I love you too much
To walk away though
Come inside
Pick up your bags off the sidewalk
Don’t you hear sincerity
In my voice when I talk
Told you this is my fault
Look me in the eyeball
Next time I’m pissed
I’ll aim my fist
At the dry wall
Next time
There will be no next time
I apologize
Even though I know it’s lies
I’m tired of the games
I just want her back
I know I’m a liar
If she ever tries to fucking leave again
I’mma tie her to the bed
And set this house on fire

Just gonna stand there
And watch me burn
But that’s alright
Because I like
The way it hurts
Just gonna stand there
And hear me cry
But that’s alright
Because I love
The way you lie
I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie