Lyrics:
I came down to the breakfast table
Felt like I could die
I tried so hard, but wasn't able
To look you in the eye
For I am feeling so much shame
'cuz you see, I ain't all by myself
And you won't let be me boy
Why you wanna call me on my phone?
Every time you see another boy in my door
Oh boy, you
all that shit back in the day
It's total, total lack of self-respect on his part man
[Verse 1]
Surrounded by all these little piggies
Round a pool
the tables are turned upside down
But don't cha know I feel like I've been waiting for a lifetime
Until I come around
[Chorus]
I'm tired of waiting
waiting just a little bit for you now I'm passed that
All I want to get is good sleep
But if I come by can we make up? yeah (Again)
Keep fucking in the day
how their parents would be mad if they didn't come back
it was some sort of holiday, the kind you dress up for and
sit around a table and wish you could
dejavu
Never puy my trust in fate suprises do arrive so late
Why should I be surprised by you
Straight to the heart straight for this precious
When I was younger playing in a band
On the weekends I was up on stage
During the week I had a shitty little job
Waiting tables for minimum wage
the first time it was done right.
And that's not all that haunts me - the death by fire of a child
Who waits so patiently. And we are the ones
Who set
me
Never watch the clock
Baby it's your turn
Still aiming for the top
If the tables were turned
You get burned by the business
When you swimming with
doesn't matter if you think we're blue or orange
Guess I've got it made, every day looks the same
But I saw a butterfly go by before me
Take the dog for
One delivered the cut then begged please do not spill out.
Every word sincere as all get out.
When hick ups turn to spit ups you Linda blaring
to shade our eyes
And if you're looking for the rest of us
We're probably hanging out by the bar
Looking for quarters for the pool table
We got the jukebox
and inbred
I hear he's all kinds of things
I put my head on the table
And I think a million stupid things
I just want answers to questions
And no one knows
table I'ma take that chair from under you
I don't share locations or my love ones on the internet
Go to move without a trace the shit I rap I'm really
Coming home to an empty house, table, chairs
Sofa, beds, but there ain't no you
I win at everything I'm doing now
But it seems like I'm losing for you,
dude
I'm hot do shit I was raised by the gun
Disrespect me I promise then you gone see what my pops do
And you niggas are so static
Got fanny packs
Every day. (7 x)
That’s the way of the world (4 x)
You look at me now and I’m looking at you across the restaurant table.
Across by the sauce bottles,
Sunday morning I go shopping
Go on walks but no ones talking
You're a witness, what is with this?
Walk by people everyday
Asking for any spare change
You
You see me walkin' by, just yesterday it seems we kissed
I know how hard you try to hide you and me under the table
I want the reasons why, why you
of my tummy
The movement of my hips
But no! Cried the jelly
For he was not impressed
In fact if I did not worship Ricky
I'd say that he had been blessed
and see
I will not be scared
By what life throws in my way
Keep me unawares
And I'll gladly face the day
Hold on 'til you find your match
I'll wait for
The shelling's starting up again
People laughing at misery
I'll turn the tables to your horror
They'll burn your loved ones cut off their heads
Let's see how you
Thanks for warmin’ up my seat at the table
I feel some kind of way, like -
Goodness and brighter days ahead Buryin’ the past in the moonlight Shinin’ n
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