There's a narc, on my block, and he's parked near the shade of a cherry tree. He's coming to beat the truth right out of me, like I did you.
The mistakes that I make, innocent with the past inability to function properly, according to the law. I will take on a name and a face that I borrowed from an ex-fiance, so that I can dodge another conspiracy against me, walk away.
I just don't know how to let it go, let it go. I swear I'm not a psycho, I just don't know how to let you go, let you go.
So the cops sat me down in a cell and they asked where the blood came from. Stains on my shirt and hands, I said, "Ask the girl." So they talked to conclude that my brain isn't screwed on tight enough. This bullshit flawed system is keeping me from two girls.
Why should I be forced to let you go, let you go? I'll beat you til you love me. Diabolical hypocrisy is tainting me, but it won't stop me. First degree charge for criminal battery. Yeah, baby, gotta believe me. I'll kill you dead before I let you go, let you go.
I'm here all alone, playing cards, reading books, serving up my time with a bunch of disgusting pigs in a county jail. I will dream of the day they release me out of this malicious place and how I dream to see your face, make you pay for what you've done.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
