My heart ticks in beat with these kids that I grew up with. Living like life's going out of style. And you came to watch us play. Like a "Big shot talent," but at the end of the day you know.
I dried my eyes, now I crust them with sleep, I'll crust them over. She begged me, "Don't hate me," she spun me a story. Where winning looks like losing, and I'm winning every time.
Where is your boy tonight?. I hope he is a gentleman. Maybe he won't find out what I know. You were the last good thing about this part of town. . When I wake up.