We′re driving 90 miles an hour (i think it′s, gone too far) and i don′t see any light (at the end, of the road) and all the windows are coming down (let it go) no one′s around right now
but it′s alright, because shock value has become the motto of this western media offend as many people as possible that′s the latest fetish but the people are getting numb they need more they want more because being turned on is worth as much as money in the bank
how far can we go nothing can stop us now let′s push harder i think we lost the brakes
and now the radio is on (it plays the, latest song) give me something to believe (something fake, something cheap) we are so easily misled (it′s our freedom)
we′ve lost all self-control instead it′s our selfishness that′s fed the money′s burning, now that they′re learning, what can be mentioned, to keep our attention
i think we lost the brakes we push as much as it takes although it alienates look at the money it makes
can′t stop, we forgot how we′ve lost all restraint now pushing harder pressing down brand new borders, to be crossed in time
all we need is something we can leave behind if only keep our souls the brakes are gone, put seat belts on, though nothing can save us now
Hey, Hey, Hey Come on in (Hey Baby) Hey, what′s goin on (Ok How you doin, just been out running around, and what you up to?) Yeah I′m doin good gon sit down let me take ya coat (ok) You know they make this lil jacket in leather dont you? (Oh they do so you gon get it for me?) Yeah, let me gon and hang it up for you, gon and sit down (How you doin?) I′m doin good, I′m doin good...I′m doin so good DAT BITCH I FOLLOWED YOU TODAY!!! (What nigga? Is you crazy? What you mean you followed me?!) Yeah, nah dont gon stutterin now de-de-de-de-de yo ass, gon and sit down (What is wrong which you?)
Yeah I followed you today... (You aint follow nobody.) You had just came out the chicken place, you gat you a 6-piece wing wit a greenbean and yam, bitch i seen what you had ordered (nigga you aint see shit.) You had dat ol monkey ass nigga wit you (You the only monkey ass nigga I know!) This nigga had baby powder on his chest wit a whole bunch of lil kinked up necklaces and shit wit "I love you mom and dad" and fake uzis and shit connected to the chain (You talkin bout yoself ol extra regular ass nigga.) Now see my first reaction was to run up on you and just grab the back of yo pants and give you a wedgie (Oh but you know, you know better though) Just put the thong all up in ya ass (Don′t touch nobody...Dont touch me) But I said naw, bitch i said naw (Dont wanna be dealin wit yo ass, you need to stop talkin to me crazy faggot!) And then had the nerve, you had the nerve to go get yo hair cut down low like a nigga... Bitch yo head look like a dirty tennis ball now!!! (Do you talk to yo momma like this dats why dont like yo ass either!) You the only bitch I know right now to this day dat take a pair of dirty pants out tha clothes hamper and iron ′em till they look like blue leather pants, nigga just iron chicken stains and jelly stains all in the ass of da pants... (You wanna talk about somebody jeans but nigga you cant spray cologne over dirty ass clothes, ok you betta watch yo back nigga I′ma have you touched!) Bitch how you gon have me killed with $439 a month?! (Somebody need to have you killed ol sorry ass.) Bitch if you have me killed you gettin kicked out the house, period! (Nigga shut up you stink, ok, always talkin shit, make me sick which ya broke ass.You aint got shit, you aint shit, ya feet stank nigga ya nasty. Ya dirty, ya look bad, ya talk stupid, ya dumb... Say this shit to T.I.
Baby, seasons change but people don′t. And I′ll always be waiting in the back room. I′m boring but overcompensate with Headlines and flash, flash, flash photography.
But don′t pretend you ever forgot about me. Don′t pretend you ever forgot about me.
Wouldn′t you rather be a widow than a divorcee? Style your wake for fashion magazines. Widow or a divorcee? Don′t pretend, d-d-d-don′t pretend.
We don′t fight fair. We don′t fight fair.
They say your head can be a prison. Then these are just conjugal visits. People will dissect us till This doesn′t mean a thing anymore.
Don′t pretend you ever forgot about me. Don′t pretend you ever forgot about me.
Wouldn′t you rather be a widow than a divorcee? Style your wake for fashion magazines, ohhh. Widow or a divorcee? Don′t pretend, d-d-d-don′t pretend.
We do it in the dark with smiles on our faces. We′re dropped and well concealed in secret places, woah. We do it in the dark with smiles on our faces. We′re dropped and well concealed in secret places We don′t fight fair. We don′t fight fair. We don′t fight fair. We don′t fight fair. We don′t fight fair.
We do it in the dark with smiles on our faces. We′re dropped and well concealed in secret places, woah. We do it in the dark with smiles on our faces. We′re dropped and well concealed in secret places. We don′t fight fair. With smiles on our faces. We′re dropped and well concealed in secret places. We don′t fight fair.
Don′t pretend you ever forgot about me. We don′t fight fair. Don′t pretend you ever forgot about me. We don′t fight fair.
Baby, seasons change but people don′t. And I′ll always be waiting in the back room. I′m boring but overcompensate with Headlines and flash, flash, flash photography.
But don′t pretend you ever forgot about me. Don′t pretend you ever forgot about me.
Wouldn′t you rather be a widow than a divorcee? Style your wake for fashion magazines. Widow or a divorcee? Don′t pretend, d-d-d-don′t pretend.
We don′t fight fair. We don′t fight fair.
They say your head can be a prison. Then these are just conjugal visits. People will dissect us till This doesn′t mean a thing anymore.
Don′t pretend you ever forgot about me. Don′t pretend you ever forgot about me.
Wouldn′t you rather be a widow than a divorcee? Style your wake for fashion magazines, ohhh. Widow or a divorcee? Don′t pretend, d-d-d-don′t pretend.
We do it in the dark with smiles on our faces. We′re dropped and well concealed in secret places, woah. We do it in the dark with smiles on our faces. We′re dropped and well concealed in secret places We don′t fight fair. We don′t fight fair. We don′t fight fair. We don′t fight fair. We don′t fight fair.
We do it in the dark with smiles on our faces. We′re dropped and well concealed in secret places, woah. We do it in the dark with smiles on our faces. We′re dropped and well concealed in secret places. We don′t fight fair. With smiles on our faces. We′re dropped and well concealed in secret places. We don′t fight fair.
Don′t pretend you ever forgot about me. We don′t fight fair. Don′t pretend you ever forgot about me. We don′t fight fair.