Man All Of Your Flows Bore Me,

My Only Wish Is I Die Real Cause That Truth Hurts And Those Lies Kill.

I'm Actually A Very Honest Person, And Sometimes I End Up Like, 'man, I Said Too Much.' It's Hard For Me Not To Tell The Truth When You Ask Me.

Everybody Talks And Everybody Listens, And Somehow The Truth Just Always Comes Up Missin.

Know You Got A Roommate, Call Me When It's No One There. Put The Key Under The Mat And You Know I'll Be Over There

& All Your Friends Telling You Stories That You Often Misinterpret And Taint All The Images Of Yo Mr Perfect