to work for a commaSince I ran into a

wait for you to hear all these songs I wroteAbout

we were getting lunch at 1:30And now it's 2:29It's

Vans right nowAy, feel like I'm at Warped Tour 'cause I'm

Verse 1:These women go nuts like some cashew fiendsFor a tattoo

his bluff and he died in vainHellfire is a

a lost and lonely highway paying for my sinsIf

wake up every SaturdayMake my bedBless the streetsWorking 9 to

'em rest in pain and long live the gangAll that

what a hell of a year it's beenKeep on

1: l've been in a bad conditionHaven't felt myself

live said it was over for me

can’t remember my own dreamI can’t remember my own dreamI

1: many that are built like meI'm the last

holding on to your sweet greenThings ain't what they seemWake

like a targetYeah, been ridin' bulls since my first

I: fall to piecesEach time I see you

down this old dirt roadHow far does it go?Should've brought

down these old dirt roadsHow far does it go?Should've brought

can't love be the reason why we can't hold