I admit it…what’s to say
I’ll relive it…without pain
Backstreet lover on the side
Of the road
I got a bomb in my tmeple
That is gonna explode
I got a .16 gauge buried
Under my clothes…i play.
Once upon a time i could control myself
Once upon a time i could lose myself
Oh try and mimic..what’s insane
I am in it…where do i stand?
Indian summer i hate the heat
I got a backstreet lover on the passenger seat
I got my hand in my pocket
So determined
