Won't you come around? And figure I'm not different from everybody else. Why am I so different? This time around Tolerate no one. One day we'll rise above And
sit back and watch it happen, Cause these things happen all of the time. Now I'm not calling you a thief of my girl, I know I'm just no longer it. But somewhere out
you once again accusing me of lying and you call yourself a friend a lot has happened since, a lot you haven't heard it's too complicated come with me and
going fine 'Till you threw my heart against the wall Cuz you had better things to do You gave them up for me anyway I only lied to them And words can
t think it would be so unkind I can't be doing this to you Didn't think it'd be so difficult The words we say aren't all that true Hesitate to insult... ... And
Push me away, cuz I don't belong here Without my friends and problems Admit he's wrong, he's chasin' Tylenol So what's the risk I don't even exist
Goodbye and hello, Burn, heal, but break through the bone, And as the screen fades to gray, Let loose on childhood games. Blow through sky high, The
won't stop fighting until we've had enough. and I see you down, now, for the count. Nevertheless, and without a doubt, One day you'll pull through. Your heart beats fast and
to think twice. Oh yeah, stand out Beneath the crowd, Rebel and re-tell, Relieved of trivial charade, Don't break My own pretend mistakes. It's my throat, I'm choking, and
you. I still need you, What can I do to get you in my arms, Am I doing something wrong? But now I see it's not just me That makes you and I not a
And the same rules apply in this game, you never break it With my motherfucking luck, fallin' over the craps And you niggas who wanna try to attack We steady dyin' over dumb shit, and
on a mission (Yeah!) And when I hook 'em, you know I overlook 'em (Ha ha!) Had plans goin' subtle and you're shit out of luck (Yeah!) A head for a head
wi' muh I'm only on my feet when I bus' heat And you just ran outta luck wi' muh Say your gonna get fucked up wi' muh Gunshots leave bodies bruk wi' muh And
good run of bad luck Seven come eleven and she could be mine Luck be a lady, and I'm gonna find love comin' on the bottom line I've been to the table, and
now, am I wrong in thinking That you have forgotten me? Now they worry and they hurry and they fuss and they fret They waste your nights and days Them
with the doo-rag Slang, spit game, change speech, how they do that? Watch they mouths drop, watch the crowds pop up and act out Broads with the screw face, smash on and knock out
the lines, up from this pit at the end of your rainbow That's one too many flights of stairs One more stair and almost there One more dose close One [Incomprehensible] to the bottom
making other plans I'd be better off if I was on my own So don't you try to change my mind You're out of luck and out of time So find some fool who's
