I, found the pieces
Of the world we used to know
On the dollars room cutting floor
Now Where is your jesus?
I won't sell that part of me
That keeps me away from vanity
And i I I I 
Am the glitch in your system

You sell your soul when you buy their shit
That makes believe it's you
What kind of culture exploits the weak
When everyday is fashion week
You're ugly and fat you smoke their crack
Addicted to their fame
When the real you runs and hides
That's when it becomes genocide

Is your soul black as Friday?
Was your heart on sale?
Listen to your tv
flock to your nearest malls
Spend your food spend your bills
Credit score is your whore
And I I I I pray for the sick and the weak

You sell your soul when you buy their shit
That makes believe it's you
What kind of culture exploits the weak
When everyday is fashion week
You're ugly and fat you smoke their crack
Addicted to their fame
When the real you runs and hides
That's when it becomes genocide


genocide

she drives me crazy

do you even take a shower?, do you even know b.o.? 
do you have to talk on the phone? the world doesnt need to know 
your loud conversation your inconsiderations 
this bus really needs to go go go 
i hate public transportation (x3) 
i hate the public 
you see me sitting alone, why do you have to sit by me? 
crying babies in this hell in motion 
my day pass tells me, there is no tomorrow 
only another day of tax payer sorrow, go!

i hate public transportation (x3) 
i hate the public

riding the blue line, riding the red line 
contemplating suicide riding on the green line 
what are you staring at? i gotta get home 
this bus really needs to go go me-tro

i hate public transportation (x3) 
i hate the public 
i hate the public 
i hate the public 
i hate the public

i hate public transportation

lights down low
heart rates slow
shovels in the back
i dont know where to go 
underground
is where youll be
far away
far away from me

whoa, i could fight you in the trunk of my car
and ill be doing this world a favor
no more lies this time i fucking realize
youre one of my biggest regrets

drive drive drive
drive the fuck away from you
drive drive drive
drive the fuck away from me

just outside
victorville
6 feet in the ground
is your final resting place
now that
im done with that
driving back
i just woke up from a dream

whoa, i could fight you in the trunk of my car
and ill be doing this world a favor
no more lies this time i fucking realize
youre one of my biggest regrets

drive drive drive
drive the fuck away from you
drive drive drive
drive the fuck away from me


Drive!

Take your promise and your lies 
And you could fuck off
Because I'm done with this
I'm don't need you
I dont want a broken heart 
To find myself without you 
Is the path I set for me
No more pain no more tears
You're gonna rue the day

99 problems
But a bitch aint one
But a bitch aint one
A bitch is never one now

Now your ass is calling me
And telling me to stay
But I'm out that door
You're on the floor
And karmas on its way
I hate myself for loving you 
And doing this to me
But I can't trust you
I don't love you
There's nothing left to say

99 problems
But a bitch aint one
But a bitch aint one
A bitch is never one now





