EASTSIDE BLUES

Think I had enough of your petty games You rather die the same I think I had enough of your petty games Oh, but you rather die the same I just need space But any problems you can say it to my face Acting hard, but boy I know you're bound to break Going hard I been dashing to the paint I know who you are, I kept you on the page But If we're talking scars They might not erase I was chasing stars Couldn't even brace Saw it all Nothing new in my way Yeah I can't wait for you to change You rather die the same Think I had enough of your little petty games Just a lonely boy on the Eastside Okay, okay But I'm positive that everything will be fine Okay, okay Just a lonely boy on the Eastside Okay, okay But I'm positive that everything will be fine Okay, okay