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Mom, Daddy? Is anybody there? You know, people think they know everything about us They think they know who we really are We're gangsta, a criminal But how can you say that someone's really bad When they do everything with a good heart? A "criminal", but all we feel is love (I don't wanna be with you! I don't-) What do you know about love? What do you know about real love? Hello, Mr. Officer We're just having fun You can take the handcuffs off I promise we won't run Speed boats and versace coats An olive in my glass Jail bird scars and gold tooth smiles They love my rich girl class You took away our money But you'll ever take away our love And we'll never go to heaven But who needs to when you live this good? 'Cause men will fight And girls will lie Just like on the television So don't tell us That this ain't right It's just like on the television The silence, the violence We don't need to be forgiven Your business, go mind it 'Cause this ain't fucking Jerry Springer We say our lines, we do the time We're just like on the television If I paint my sins white Will it make me pure again? If I wet my mascara eyes Will the witness be my friend? Nicotine and low life dreams Have never felt so warm When your father's on the bottle And your mother's on the floor Got the whole town looking through our window Every day of the week On the run, fuck the fun No, this isn't like the movie scenes 'Cause men will fight And girls will lie Just like on the television So don't tell us That this ain't right It's just like on the television The silence, the violence We don't need to be forgiven Your business, go mind it 'Cause this ain't fucking Jerry Springer We say our lines, we do the time We're just like on the television "Bad mistakes and good intentions" Ain't what they're saying 'bout us in the paper Fast forward? No Can't change the station If it's seven years Then seven years I'm waiting for you 'Cause where I'm from It all goes wrong It's not like on the television The darkest days don't fade away Can't turn it off like television And they laugh, and they wave Behind the glass, they're there to stay But our script, it don't fit You know the bad guy always pays And now I'm alone There's no one home So I turn on my television
Writer(s): Jeffrey Bhasker, Guillaume Sebastien Doubet, Teddy Natalia Noemi Sinclair Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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