(Blink 182 cover) All the, small things True care, truth brings I'll take, one lift Your ride, best trip Always, I know You'll be at my show Watching
This is the last that I try To stay with you This is the last time that you cry I don't love you So i take my board and I go away On the California
Shit, I?m drunk Yes, I drank, shit I am a punk I fall, my feet Are wimp, it?s not cool I look like a fool Refrain: I need pain killers!!! I need bad
When I go to high school My friends think I'm a fool When I arrived to high school My teachers start to be not cool And my girlfriend don't love me '
all about the Pentiums, baby It's all about the Pentiums, baby What y'all wanna do? Wanna be hackers? Code crackers? Slackers Wastin' time with all the chat room yakkers 9
we borrowed Bought damn near every pair of jeans at the mall Had our way with the broads Hit the rink but we ain't skatin' at all Seem like every other
to your momma when she told you so But you wnet and got G'd now you want some more They ain't paying me money, talking bout love And the other girl's
the wall Make you want to pump crack til you stack racks The dope bring the dough in, shawn sister, she hoeing Like Brenda with her baby, she six months
(man) Hey, nigga, gimme some of them water and chip's, shit (other man) lock 'em up, nigga, lock 'em, bullshit (man) hey, look, nigga get out there, nigga
Yeah, yo, what up yo? Yeah, yeah, what up? Ha, ha, nothin', man Hold on someone beepin' on my other line and shit Fuck nigga I've seen everything I wanted
get into it And why would we it feels better with the shadows closer Comfortable feeling of comparing yours to overdose Sometimes innocent and other times consequential 9
a bell, sounds like an electric chair Next thing I know walking in the crowded hall So many different faces that I throw up on the wall Some are yelling "sick" and the others
[Intro - Tech N9ne] We been doing this for a long long time now... this music thing... and touring, y'know... and still... I ain't met one person that
wood Up and down like a roller coaster From your stomach to your back let a gangsta poke ya I ain't trippin', never slippin' 'cause I got straps 9 months
good Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood What's understood ain't gotta be explained So for those who understand, meet Dwayne For 8 and a half months
has a newspaper 13 months old A wrapped fish in it, all smelly and cold From garbage that came from you and me 1.........2...........3...........4............5....... 6..........7..........8...........9
good Oh lord please don't let me be misunderstood What's understood ain't gotta be explained So for those who understand, meet Dwayne For 8 and a half months
picnic n-gga Shake the whole game like the hit stick n-gga Money spread like germs get sick n-gga Yeaa, And f-ck them other n-ggas, 1 9 hundred who want
