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, so fuck'em
You let this screw you, I thought they knew you
But when you turned your back I know they're going to
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, oh
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
Diss 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