Yo, yo, yo. What's up, what's the deal? It's your boy, Seven Up, man. You already know if it's up, then it's stuck, and all that.

Baby, your dada loves you. And I'ma always be here for you no matter what happens. You're all I got in this world. I would never give you up for nothin'.

Last time, I thought we had this talk. Boy, you were getting ready to leave. I thought that baby you were done.

Your grandpa died. When you were nine. They said he had. Lost his mind. You have learned. Way too soon. You should never trust the pantaloon.

I'm fairly local, I've been around. I've seen the streets you're walking down. I'm fairly local, good people now. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.

Thou shalt not. Kill your fathers - destroy another life. Question everything we clung to for years. Live forever - design a better death.

All her signals are getting lost in the ether. (That's what she wanted). She's a landslide with a city beneath her. (That's what she wanted).

Honey it's getting close to midnight. And all the myths are still in town. True love and lipstick on your linen. Bite the pillow make no sound.

She's starin' at me. I'm sittin', wonderin' what she's thinkin'. Nobody's talkin'. 'Cause talkin' just turned into screamin'.

Still got that same look that sets me off. I guess there's just something about you. I got these feelings, can't let 'em show. 'Cause I went let you go.

Guess who? D'you miss me? Jessica Simpson, sing the chorus. When you walked through the door (woo). It was clear to me (clear to me).

Blind faith. Heartache. Mind games. Mistakes. My sweet fireball. My sweet rigmarole. I want it all. Old dogs. New tricks. Can you feel it?

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Another story. Of girl meets boy. And gets destroyed (uh-oh). Another promise. Broken in two. The lucky view. Of fiction. Fade away, fade away.

He wakes up early today. Throws on a mask that will alter his face. Nobody knows his real name. But now he just uses one he saw on a grave.

Sitting down by my window. Oh, looking at the rain. Sitting down by my window now. All around I felt it. All I could see was the rain.

If we don't watch the sun. It will rise. If we don't take our time. It's not wise. Putting posters up. For your band (Hey, we're playing, come by).

As quiet as it is tonight. You'd almost think you were safe. Your eyes are full of surprises. They cannot predict my fate. Waiting underneath the stars.

High in the halls of the kings who are gone. Jenny would dance with her ghosts. The ones she had lost and the ones she had found.

Can't stop, addicted to the shindig. Chop Top, he says I'm gonna win big. Choose not a life of imitation. Distant cousin to the reservation.

One more time you will laugh about it. and he'll never try to give you more. And I don't care he is such a dick. He treats you like you are a stupid whore.