Fuckman

I got lost, on my way to San Francisco Halfway home, with a violence in my head She was standing at the station But I wasn’t gonna say shit when I left Gonna dig to your affections Gonna find myself a place Well f*ck man, I'm feeling fine I’ve been working all week flipping tricks and dimes But this idea’s gonna be a hit if I can just get the time He said shit bitch, that’ll be the day, I said I love it when you try to talk to me that way And if you split your lips again, I’m gonna hit you in the face How we gonna get back home? I don’t know How we gonna find direction from reflections of our souls? There is more to this great life than you and I could ever find out on our own Are we gonna be okay? I can’t say All I know is that I'm tired of these constant games we play But I can pray that this Ill mind of mine will finally find itself in brighter days