You won't be next I'm telling ya Might not die by twenty seven, yeah Forsake your brothers Give up on your lovers to get the things you think you need
Ones not enough for you, Two is too late, T Three you have in the bag. I made your phone ring, at 4 in the morning, You answered and started to sing
I'm dosing But still not dreaming Of your dinner man blue(?) Your favorite shoes Day old coffee But I'm not where I should be I hope that I lock the
