I just wanna go back, back to 1999. Take a ride to my old neighborhood, sing 'Hit me baby one more', yeah I just wanna go back, Nike Airs, all that, CD, old Mercedes, drive round listening to Shady, oh never under pressure, those days, it was so much better, does anyone rem how we did it back then
in a Mercedes benz with the windows up when the temp goes up to the mid 80s
I feel worthless at my job, I have been there for 3 years, I work in the kitchen almost everyone there doesn't speak to me. One time I said hi to one of the managers and she ignored me. I'm autistic, I get made fun of. Why are they bullying me?
I let you cut me open just to watch me bleed Gave up who I am for who you wanted me to be Don't know why I'm hoping, so fucking naive Falling for the promise of the emptiness machine
My words are so transparent, but who can recognize?
How can we see the truth through this blindfold of lies?
Why is the act of speaking up so sharply criticized?
How is the power of our love never fully realized?
My words are like a dagger with a jagged edge That'll stab you in the head, whether you're a fag or lez Or a homosex, hermaph or a trans-a-vest Pants or dress, hate fags? The answer's yes