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
Saint Stupid - Fuckman Lyrics
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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
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
Writer: Carter Randolph
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