Would buy me some time but I tossed it
I can't come down think I lost it
It's drugs I hide under my carpet
It's tears that come out of the faucet
Saturated market but I'm starving

They negotiate hate
But it's worse when you find out the truth
Truth be told it was borrowed
In my sorrows I buried
A place I could talk
See the stars
Not a trace to be followed
Caught 'em hollow
You know I'm the proper man I went to college
Still ain't nobody fuck with the album
Fuck I'm talking bout
Talking bout albums