One for the trouble. Two for the bass. Three to get ready. Let's rock this place. Yeah, yeah. Get up, get up, get up. Check one. . Hoody black, droppin' vengeance, support your back.
It's getting closer to the end, every part of me. And then disaster takes it's toll, and now I'm left with only me. Maybe sorrow plays a role, when you feel unkind.
The end is near, the summer days. All the great things go away. Feel the cold comin' 'round again. Everything's gonna change again. . Down another day, down another day.
Everyday is nuthin' but stress to me. I'm constantly dwellin' on how you got the best of me. Wanna know somethin' I can't believe. The way you keep testin' me and mentally molestin' me.