Everybody talks and everybody listens, and somehow the truth just always comes up missin.
No matter how dirty your past is, your future is still spotless.
Don't come around and try come gas me up, I like running on E
I'm confused tell me where we go wrong? I was sure that I would be with you for so long.
Word on road is the clique about to blow. You ain't gotta run and tell nobody they already know
I be getting high just to balance out the lows.