Done feeding, I leaned back head rested on the couch's top

Must leave the house soon, mean gone, 'cause my pops, he's hot

Grab my blue backpack, My walkman, grip my bicycle

Because I know my friends are waiting at the door

I'm feeling loose like you, just fucking around and shit

'til that comes fifty-five, I'm twenty-six



Let me go

I give more

And you know

I fold I



Come at me come come

My activites don't cross but they create

You know I want to pick you up

But they don't want you to

Asking for it, like we got

Yes we cross but we create

You know I want to pick you up

But they don't want you - shit fuck'em



You let this screw I thought they knew you

But when you turned your back I know they're going do

You had to prove me right and then we did

And that son of a bitch he swerved almost hit two kids

I'm feeling heartless, I'm feeling hate

So when there's nothin' but the real swing in her fuckin' rape



No - one - me



No choice

Let me go

I get bored

And you know I'm fuckin' flown



Come on - come - come



My activities don't cross but they create

You know I want to pick you up

But they don't want you to

Threaten me court, like we got

Yeah we cross but we create

You know I want to pick you up

But they don't want you, burn



Let me go

I give more

And you know - ohh

So good

We could

And We learned to cry

And Lift

Me up



Come on - come

My activities don't cross but they create

You know I want to pick you up

But they don't want you

Dis me court, like we got

Yeah we cross but we cried

You know I want to pick you up

But they don't want you - up