First you smile at Lord, I found you inside you, but it hurts if I even see you Make you smile, I look and cry, I get by
But that's to bad you get stuck with all Look at you ain't no genius You want to find, you find me I'm home, but I
you raining for, it can't be seen Liquefied him more and more, fuck you To go and I go and I and I know 'cause I'm sick and this ain't fun at all
But that's too bad, you get with whores at yourself, you ain't no genius You to fly, you won't find me I'm home, I
But that's too bad, you get with whores Look at yourself, you no genius You want to find, you find me I'm home, hurt
You got hair, clothes, the fashion, the cash How the fuck you gonna me what you don't know You got hair, clothes, the fashion, the cash How the fuck you gonna me what you don't know
You got hair, clothes, the fashion, the flow How the you gonna tell me what you don't know You got hair, clothes, the fashion, the flow How the fuck you tell me something
Your close to fashion the, the cash flow How the fuck you gonna tell me what you know Your this close to and the cash flow How the fuck you gonna me what you don't know
this close to fashion and the cash flow How the fuck you gonna me what you don't know Your this to fashion, the cash flow How the fuck you gonna tell me something, me something
Say prayers
But too bad you get stuck with all alone Look at yourself you ain't no You want to find, you won't me I'm home, but I
But that's too bad, you get stuck whores Look at yourself, you no genius You want to find, you find me I'm coming home,