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Mustacheawesome
Released 2011-12-04 15:15:24 -1000

Im in a rap group called The Lower Class. Hers one of our songs


I couldn't be your man, i'm complex


its hard to understand, what's coming next


i'm bad at making plans, just follow my steps


or my heart, whatever feels best x5


 


i'm daydreaming about a girl in my life


um probably 'bout sex, or video tapes of porn sights


whatever it is i entice


ideals of the future moments in my life, right? x2


maybe i'm drunk, bartender please can i have another drink for the night?


ride her to my house to unwind, lets watch some movies that i'll find


less interesting than the thought of your thighs, eyes, lips


can i have kiss? damn, sweeter than chocolate bliss


full were my hands as i gripped, a bottle and her hips


move her to my room no slip


except for the hat on the head of my dick


i'm getting nervous like system


shocked that i'm finally with you


wake up, you're gone i miss you


 


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follow my voice, leading you down the road less traveled


acting like we ever had a choice, the option is yours


you can play or pass, move on with me straight forth clear a path


move from a rough past, the mountain that we're climbing can't last


there's always a second half, for every tear there's a laugh


for every 1, there's another one go and do the math


i'm intelligent, but never been smart, i'm just telling you i've never played the part


always the main character now a supporting role


not really sure what to do when the film shows


my bad side, i blame it on the lighting


it shouldn't be a drama but it seems we're always fighting


if it was up to me i promise i'd be writing


a happy ending with you sitting right beside me


 


chorus


 


i'm the worst at this relationship


i can't believe you can stand there and take my shit


i make my lip and feel like a dip shit


i need a psychiatrist, call doctor lipschitz


i miss it, the times when we'd chill


destroying all clocks with the times that we'd kill


all the guts spilled, till the sun came up


i'd give fame up but still


i had to go and be a fuck up


my walls went up and my nose stuck up but


when other dudes came and tried to run up


i was like nuh-uh, back the fuck up


but thats beside the point


this is about you, this is about 2, this is about truth


i can choose to do anything i wanna do


but i don't wanna lose you


 


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