Tekst :
They never tell you
Truth is subjective
They only tell you not to lie
They never tell you
There s strength in
Vulnerability
They only tell you not to cry
But I ve been living underground
Sleeping on the way
And finding something else to say
Is like walking on the freeway
They never tell you
You don t need to be afraid
They only tell you to deny
So is it true that only good girls
Go to heaven?
They only sell you what you buy
And I ve been living underground
Sleeping on the way
And finding something else to say
Is like walking on the freeway
I ve been living underground
Trying not to burn
Tekst :
Please listen to this simple De La style I m gonna sing
It s strongly directed to all the misery you re bringing
Now I m not all about dissing someone else personnel
But there s no quota on your odor
That s right, you smell
Now you might feel a little embarassed, don t take it too hard
And don t make it worse by covering it up with some Right Guard
Before you even put on your silk shirt and fat gold rope
Please take your big ass to the bathroom
And please use
(A little bit of soap....)
Tekst :
This anticipation
Seen in you
As you prepare for new life
Don t forget your war
The cuts on his hands, speak a little louder
He takes that side, and lets you know
And what s in his speech, hands cover face
Yeah what s in his, you cover your face
[3x]
Now you re anticipating
What went wrong
In this world we fall back into
Just isn t strong
The cuts on his hands, made way to his face
These spoke all the louder, my silent regret
I show that side, the pride of life
Won t let go