First, you smile at lord

I found you first

And liquified inside you

But it hurts if I even see you

Make you smile

I look over and cry, I get by

But that's too bad, you get stuck with all alone

Look at yourself, you ain't no genius

You want to find, you won't find me

I'm coming home, but I

Missed you being poor

It can't be seen

Liquified him more and more, fuck you bitch

To go and I go and I and

I don't know 'cause I'm sick

And this ain't fun at all

But that's too bad, you get stuck with all alone

Look at yourself, you ain't no genius

You want to fly, you won't find me

I'm coming home

But that's too bad, you get stuck with all alone

Look at yourself, you ain't no genius

You want to fly, you won't find me

I'm coming home

You got the hair, clothes, the fashion, the cash flow

How the fuck you gonna tell me what you don't know?

You got the hair, clothes, the fashion, the cash flow

How the fuck you gonna tell me something?

You got the hair, clothes, the fashion, the cash flow

How the fuck you gonna tell me what you don't know?

You got the hair, the clothes fashion, the cash flow

How the fuck you gonna tell me something?

Tell me something

Say your prayers

But that's too bad, you get stuck with all alone

Look at yourself, you ain't no genius

You want to find, you won't find me

I'm coming home

But that's too bad, you get stuck with all alone

Look at yourself, you ain't no genius

You want to find, you won't find me

I'm coming home