Stop feelin' sorry for yourself you got your health I'll call the wealth*
So what you fell, scrapes your knee
I can't believe you got the nerve to deserve me
Well I'm busy can't you see, take a peek
Now please leave me alone when I'm on the phone of god
The caller I'd alerts they bring the bomb squad
Bad kids have the licks, when it fits, the time flys
Mystical your hits open eyes don't look suprised (playa)

Well indisguise

Livin it a lot when you're done go screw your head on
Did you get your cross
I look, one taste is all it took
Put back that piece you took

Reapin' the benefits, sold the seats you label this
Hope be keep on your feet come back in like a nemesis
Look he's on your back attack steppin' daily
And suckers walk away everyday, they're born lazy
Save me from the songs of remorse while you're brainless
Reality is challenging for you spit out the weakness
Well I guess I could've warned ya this ain't California
There's more than met your eye you disguise
It's so poetic but pathetic

Self
Self
Pathetic
Pathetic, symphatic

Livin it a lot when you're done go screw your head on
Did you get your cross
I look, one taste is all it took
Put back that piece you took

Livin it a lot when you're done go screw your head on
Can't afford the ride how come you wanna get on
It's not free, it's not free
Put back that piece you took

Take it cause you look in their bag of tricks,
At the one they call co-real
Little did you know that you are playin' in my ballfield
Sugar, well I guess I could've warned ya this ain't California
(Butta getta letta wooba) if you let it

Your pathetic self
Pathetic self
So pathetic, symphatic

Livin it a lot when you're done go screw your head on
Did you get your cross
I look, one taste is all it took

Livin' it a lot when you're done go screw your head on
Can't afford the ride how come you wanna get on
It's not free, it's not free
Put back that piece you took

Well I guess I should of warned ya
This ain't California
So I guess I could've warned of ya
This ain't California

Flat pay attention co-real
Little did you know that you are playin' in my ballfield
Sugar, well I guess I could've warned ya this ain't California
(Butta getta letta wooba) if you let it
Pathetic