Down where this ugly man seeks his sustenance Down in the blue, midnight flare A glass hand cuts through the water Scything into his twisted roots Then from his eyes spring fireflies Breathing life into a roaring disguise Needles and sins, sins and needles He's gasping for air in the wishing well Dust to rust, ashes on gashes Hand around the killing jar Hand around the killing jar A soft hoodwink of shadows, the size of make-believe Punches through his spike of rage A glass hand cuts through the water Snuffing out the magic fury Then from inside bolt lightning cries Swiftly crushed the final, muffled sighs Needles and sins, sins and needles He's gasping for air in the wishing well Dust to rust, ashes on gashes Hand around the killing jar Hand around the killing jar Hand around the killing jar Hand around the killing jar Hand around the killing jar Hand around the killing jar The killing jar

Down where this ugly man seeks his sustenance Down in the blue, midnight flare A glass hand cuts through the water Scything into his twisted roots Then from his eyes spring fireflies Breathing life into a roaring disguise Needles and sins, sins and needles He's gasping for air in the wishing well Dust to rust, ashes on gashes Hand around the killing jar Hand around the killing jar A soft hoodwink of shadows, the size of make-believe Punches through his spike of rage A glass hand cuts through the water Snuffing out the magic fury Then from inside bolt lightning cries Swiftly crushed the final, muffled sighs Needles and sins, sins and needles He's gasping for air in the wishing well Dust to rust, ashes on gashes Hand around the killing jar Hand around the killing jar Hand around the killing jar Hand around the killing jar Hand around the killing jar Hand around the killing jar The killing jar

You mumble under your breath I doubt you know what she said Let's get this off of your chest Right here, right now I'm tryna make this a mess We're tryna run in the dark We're makin' reasons to destroy what we needed 'Cause we're addicted to bleeding hearts Got me fighting naked, nothing's sacred We're tearing paint off the walls Nights are made of kiss and make up It's on the edge of emotional I see that look in your eyes Heartbeats get in the way I see that look in your face I can't take it away Ooh, God That's the trouble with me I need the trouble with you Ooh, God That's the trouble with us I need the trouble with trust Ooh, God That's the trouble with me I need the trouble with you Ooh, God That's the trouble with us I need the trouble with trust I see you looking at me You let me under your dress But you won't show me you heart Teach me a lesson, I guess I still go back to the dark I'm tryna clean up the mess Girl, I don't know where to start We're in the season not deliberately needing the fire that burn in our hearts Got me fighting naked, nothing's sacred We're tearing paint off the walls Nights are made of kiss and make up It's on the edge of emotional I see that look in your eyes Heartbeats get in the way I see that look in your face I can't take it away Ooh, God That's the trouble with me I need the trouble with you Ooh, God That's the trouble with us I need the trouble with trust Ooh, God That's the trouble with me I need the trouble with you (there's a baby) Ooh, God That's the trouble with us I need the trouble with trust (I see you looking at me And now I don't know who to believe)

Shorty get down, good Lord Baby got 'em open all over town Strictly biz, don't play around Cover much ground, got game by the pound Getting paid is a forte Each and every day, true player way I can't get her out of my mind I think about the girl all the time East side to the West side Pushing phat rides, it's no surprise She got tricks in the stash Stacking up cash Fast when it comes to the gas By no means average As long as she's got to have it Baby, you're a perfect ten I like the way you work it No diggity, I gotta bag it up I like the way you work it No diggity, I gotta bag it up I like the way you work it No diggity, I gotta bag it up I like the way you work it No diggity, I gotta bag it up She's got class and style Seen knowledge by the mile Baby, never act wild Very low-key on the profile Catching feelings is a no Let me tell you how it goes Curves the words, spins the verbs Lovers, it curves so freak what you heard Hey-oh, hey-oh, hey-oh, hey-oh Man, that girl look good Hey-oh, hey-oh, hey-oh, hey-oh Play on, play on Hey-oh, hey-oh, hey-oh, hey-oh She's got class and style Hey-oh, hey-oh, hey-oh, hey-oh No diggity, no doubt y'all I like the way you work it No diggity, I gotta bag it up I like the way you work it No diggity, I gotta bag it up I like the way you work it No diggity, I gotta bag it up I like the way you work it No diggity, I gotta bag it up I like the way you work it No diggity, I gotta bag it up I like the way you work it No diggity, I gotta bag it up I like the way you work it No diggity, I gotta bag it up I like the way you work it No diggity, I gotta bag it up

Oh so, your weak rhyme You doubt I'll bother reading into it I'll probably won't Left to my own devices But that's the difference in our opinions You're a mouthful That amounts for another week on my own Now I'm a novel made resourceful I start a chain with my thought Talk is cheap, my darling When you're feeling right at home I wanna make you move with confidence I wanna be with you alone Said help me help you start it You're too comfortable to know Throwing out those words Oh, you gotta feel it on your own Cold pain I cannot sustain it That's what I'm thinking Not what I'm drinking I hold up my ways These thoughts are pervasive It's not a statement But peace can be evasive You're a mouthful That ammounts for another week on my own Now I'm a novel made resourceful I start a chain with my thought Talk is cheap, my darling When you're feeling right at home I wanna make you move with confidence I wanna be with you alone Said help me help you start it You're too comfortable to know Throwing out those words Oh, you gotta feel it on your own Talk is cheap, my darling When you're feeling right at home I wanna make you move with confidence I wanna be with you alone Said help me help you start it You're too comfortable to know Throwing out those words Oh, you gotta feel it on your own

Greed is on the lady It's on the bone Greed is on the lady oh It's time to fall Naked on the bedroom We died alone Breathing on my baby oh It's not my fault It's not the money It's not her fault Naked on the bedroom oh I should've known Oh my baby I've been a fool Now the sound of loving Is old and somehow gone And who said not to leave? Never known a boy to be so mean. Another soul lost in love Holding on and on Oh she lusts on me Not enough to last on love Oh greed got to me Holding on and on Its on the bottle Its on the cone Greed is in the waiting oh Waiting to fall Waiting in the bedroom I die alone Waiting on my baby oh It's not my fault It's not the honey Shes on her knees Naked in the bedroom oh I should've known Oh my baby I've been a fool Now the sound of loving Is old and somehow gone And who said not to leave? Never known a boy to be so mean. Another soul lost in love Holding on and on Oh she lusts on me Not enough to last on love Oh greed got to me Holding on and on.