Из альбома: Candy Painted Coffins
Let me know if you keep on going down
I think I’ll understand
I need to know if your feet are on the grund
And why the people can’t even stand you
Make sure your head screwed on your neck correct
And, you don’t know what you’re doing
But you’re doing it right
And you’re showing me respect
You don’t know what do to know, to do now
I bet you feel stupid now, feel stupid now
You the one that’s strung out now, strung out now
You don’t wanna have me anymore, have me anymore
If you keep on coming down
I can probably understand
Even if you’re drinking too much, and you find it hard to stand
Bitch you a stan, you is different then us I know you got something in your heart
That make’s you wanna be good, but you ain’t
Slaught, make sure your head screwed on correct
You’re doing too much, you’re gonna lose control
Most of all lose respect
Bitch we lost touch
I ain’t picking up, no disrespect
Everybody like «Rick!»
When you coming home, you know we ain’t smoking stress
And my bitch like «Rick!»
When you coming home, you know that I be undressed
In LA like, smoking on zone to my art 'til they put me to rest
But you stay like
You don’t know what do to know, to do now
I bet you feel stupid now, feel stupid now
You the one that’s strung out now, strung out now
You don’t wanna have me anymore, have me anymore