I think you know what I need
I think you know what I want
Maybe you don't
You got me under your spell
You got me under your thumb
Don't kick me outta your home
I was born a gambling fool
On that you can bet your life
I wanna be your three time loser
Losing never felt so right
Why you messing with me?
We could be messing around
We should be messing around
C'mon Stacy Lu
Whatever happened to you?
Whatever happened to us
Don't show me no ultrasound.
C'mon Stephanie... C'mon Bethany
C'mon Sasha, or was it Natasha?
C'mon Carol... Sis-O-Phonic Cheryl
C'mon Kari, Judy, Claudia, Mary...
Track Name: These Days
These days I pretty much just keep to myself
These days I'm a pretty face like everybody else
And I don't talk so loud and I'm a one man out crowd
Who fell off the track from thinking back to the way
The good days used to be
(You don't know) You don't know 'bout the state I'm in
(You don't know) You don't know 'bout the shape I'm in
Or recognize the look on my face
You believe in the lie when I say "I'm fine" these days
These days I'm a silver spoon on a plastic plate
These days I'm checking out early but keep myself up late
From staring at my feet and I'm wearing down my teeth
From forcing a smile "It's been a while, how you been?"
How the fuck you think I been?
These days I'm so tired of fighting I'm taking a dive in the third
I am the walking proof of every rumor that you heard
So did you get the punchline? It was on me the whole time
Is that what you wanna hear? Is that what you wanna hear?