My pocket don't drive me fast
My mother treats me slow
My statue's got a concrete heart
But you're the coldest bitch I know
In the factory that you call your mind
Graveyard thoughts of stone
A master thief I wouldn't enter there
You've nothing I would care to own, so help me
You're pretending that you got it made
You know I know you know no truth
You're still serving cookies and kool-aid
You're so proper and so cute
My pocket don't drive me fast
My mother treats me slow
My statue's got a concrete heart
But you're the coldest bitch I know, so help me
1 | Forget It |
2 | Sandrevan Lullaby - Lifestyles |
3 | I Think Of You |
4 | Crucify Your Mind |
5 | Inner City Blues |
6 | Hate Street Dialogue |
7 | I Wonder |
8 | Silver Words? |
9 | Jane S. Piddy |
10 | To Whom It May Concern |