Verse 1 Jean Deaux. Now can we place a bet. You love collect calls inside of your cigarettes. I still wonder why you can't seem. To get it yet. If we go half then maybe we can spend another night
Don't be mad, I know. (Scared, scared) mad. I leave in the morning don't be mad, I know. I know you got some things hurting you bad, although. I got a million voices in my head, hollow. All of them ke
