Surprising the world with diamonds and But a song about a girl ain't about a girl Got a two-way vanity mirror, I'm an villain With a Tom complex
You're a soul collector You keep 'em in a trash bag You push 'em in a shopping Go and act sad
When there's none to collect So you go on and you make But wait, what you lose them to the state
The next you see me It'll be plexiglass There ain't no bail in this jail house Ain't no petty cash come, easy go A saved, a penny earned And learned life is clich One of days you get what you deserve
Surprising the world with and pearls But a song about a girl ain't about a girl Got a vanity mirror a blind eye I turn from an 800-pound gorilla
In the midst of anger False blood can run thinner icy water the fang-banger Flirt with the I by your bedside Decided right then and to pretend you were alive Maybe, lie to me, invade my privacy Have the decency to say bye, taking the pride piracy You ran out of family And pads to crash, So when you're done dumb, empty the trash
We're looking for our lives back, we wish we could have saved There's nothing we can buy back, cause was paid off I found you in a pawn shop, you were stuck behind a case I watched as the dropped, puppy dog sad face Put a down payment on my meal plan, to see your shit eating grin Save the frown for when you need to shed skin, Selling shells to yourself, the layers are coming off Economic failed, victim of sale cutting costs
Charity case, ask me to donate You axe murdered soul mate My back's from an tax burden Pull your own A punching bag for hire, every minute there's a bet, So what's the over and under rise up from the debt. With the complexion of a The resurrection was a hoax, but 2000 years later it's like knows If you think you're slick enough to turn a trick and the story cause Jesus is your fair-weather pimp And you caught me praying with my fingers So I up the deck, is this the card that you picked? Well if not, how about Missionary aint a job, its a position, so it's a victimless crime, watch dog has an owner thats
Now isnt that ironic? With one in my pocket And the choking out the street corner prophet Uncrossed my and said "Look at me when Im talking, dear I aint mad at you, and the only miracle here"
I mad at you
Im surprising the world diamonds and pearls But a song about a girl really about a girl