My so called friends. Where are they now. I guess a love that bends. Isn't worth much any how. . They come and go. And talk their *. And when I really need to know. All I get is spit in my eye
The weavers live up the street from me. The crackheads, they live down the street from me. The tall grass makes it hard to see. Beyond my property Hey man, this is criminal. This hard line
Now, you gotta know. Is that yourself or nothing at all. Oh! You think you live. Well how can you stuck in four walls If you gotta go. You better live your life before you pass away. Don't waste
Now, you gotta know. Is that yourself or nothing at all. Oh! You think you live. Well how can you stuck in four walls If you gotta go. You better live your life before you pass away. Don't waste