Lean my head outside my bedroom window In solitude the dark recedes I hear a scream outside my neighborhood Could be mistaken for a dream Tree's cover shadowed darkened ground That cast a cover for these broken crowds Its only Friday in my neighborhood That gets you ready for the bitter truth
I cop a plea like an anxious disease I'm not at home I'm at war on these streets I cop a plea like an anxious disease I'm not at home I'm at war on these streets
I became numb when I fractured my pride Sweet Sally she became my one place to hide Sedated party on my carousel That gets you ready for your own private hell
I cop a plea like an anxious disease I'm not at home I'm at war on these streets I cop a plea like an anxious disease I'm not at home I'm at war on these streets
I used to think I believed in myself Everything fit into place But the fortunes of your life rests on your mental health And not the money - no, it's not the money Not the money - no it's not the money
People package all kinds of love It's a joke that ain't so funny I made my hell with no help from above
And lots of money Ya, just lots of money Lots of money Ya, just lots of money (alright)
It's hard to trust life when its packed full of lies And everyone is a brand new surprise They take, and take, and take, and take And never give it back Always keep me looking behind my back
I cop a plea like an anxious disease I'm not at home I'm at war on these streets I cop a plea like an anxious disease I'm not at home I'm at war on these streets
Anxious disease - war on these streets Anxious disease - war on these streetsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
