You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes
We helicopters hovering on your mind like past pets
As we give up our debts
Feeds him other peoples pets,
Will somebody please show me how
Yes i'm tired of being the villian now
Leave your inhibitions here
Im tired of being the third wheel
You got pets? me too: mine are dead
Your friends say, why we not together yet
I'm tired of being a stale white punk ass kid, that raps about poppin off the pill lid,
You say the words that can get me back in focuswhen i was sick as a little kid
Everyday losing some source of hope
Uh, the only hope i had was selling dope
Hands on the steering wheel, blush while she bail out bustingfuck em all, watch em fall screaming
About but no one ever gives anything in return without a doubt. im tired of being
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