This song is for everyone that said I was Programed, hardwired, that I'd self-destruct They'd say I was destined to always be desperate They'd say I
in my car Have started to fog up. And it's colder then I remember it ever being in Florida. My stomach's burning And the stereo in this car is screaming
Looking down the barrel of a gun all the drinks are free and your ex is gone another day in the sun has got you all fucked up watch out this is gonna
can't stand how i always do that tonight because you know i'm sick to death with every last regret and what i've said and now all i really have left is
dream is to have it a little bit better than my parents ever had it [x2] my american dream is to have it a little bit better than its just a force habit
So i will, i'll be the one who's coming clean with ever single thing and all my thoughts in between i wonder if anyone is just like me a walking talking
I used to be a stereotype Half alive with half open eyes With a one track mind And a flawed design Feeling like I was lost At sea at only the age of
thats the best for you are we buy what they're selling do we have our eyes open life's not a fashion statement it takes more than good intentions
I remember every bridge i ever jumped off blindly And all my boring stories keep reminding me 'cause in all honesty i used to be an authority on irony
about religion would you stand by your convictions would you still make all the right decisions would accept someone eles's opinions in this life becasue is
I might as well just sleep it off wishful thinking's got my wires crossed (whoa ho) when i am desperate and alone i know i know i know how low i go
So it's sunrise sober eyes see my room spin around crowded bars and crumbling town I'm a mess a monument two clenching fists of helplessness oblivious
see yo? ass from this side of the TV muthafucker [J. Cole] Hey, Cole World, make way for the chosen one what you now hear is putting fear in all the
t see yo? ass from this side of the TV muthafucker [J. Cole] Hey, Cole World, make way for the chosen one what you now hear is putting fear in all the
dress & See me flexin' through the hood, d's be stressin' Illegal search, tryin' to find weapons for gun possession Never want for questions, every move made is
standin' like Gladiators When the dusk clears nuttin' for the average ears For years its been the same with minds of the artillery God forgave us all for
