This one
This one makes me like
Think of um... umbrellas
In like the 60's
I don't even know, it doesn't even make sense
Phone call lighting up the movies
Getting kicked out
Smoke a nigga like a doobie
Froot looping
Groupies starting problems
Told 'em fucking sue me
Off 'em
Caution
Turn up with a loss here often
And I sacrificed a narcissist
To cough a lot to college
With a pocket full of pistols
Don't give into it
Incubus
Searching for the soul
He want it desperately heavenly
Don't want nobody following
All my problems, they fond of me
Fond of me, um yeah
Wanted a homie, creeps and crawls and follows
Won't get off, and at least it was
When it falls its almost like
A hundred million demons that were on top of me
I remember, I remember
I remember
I remember
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
See I been hurting, but I ain't let my momma know
I'ma throw this bitch across the room into the window
See I'm vegetating on my mattress
The slashed wrist
Flash across the inside of my eyelids and lashes
Like a movie
Ill turn your current notions to a smoothie
If he talk to me for once
He spun the arm to fuck a floozy
Wait no
She pulling strings until I ain't got shit to wear
Dance around the school and the bar
Looking for underwear
Shit
Feeling at my worst
Can't fix a meal 'til I pop a problem first
Pop a pro verse
Flame on my pop filter
Spit till I'm off kilter
Off kilter, off kilter
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oooh, lalalala, ooooooo