one rizla

my nails ain't manicured

my voice ain't the best you've heard

and you can choose to hate my words

but do i give a fuck?

socks are old and shoes are broke

lungs are tired 'cause they're filled with smoke

wallet's empty i'm going broke

but i'm still breathing

well i'm not much to look at

and i ain't much to hear

but if you think i love you

you've got the wrong idea

well i'm not much to look at

and i ain't much to hear

but if you think i love you

you've got the wrong idea

yellow teeth fit the sleeping bags

not so good at school but i ain't bad

i'd rather be fucked than sad

and that's a start

lying's fine if you get what you need

you're confusing love with greed

and i won't

i won't say please

at least not yet

well i'm not much to look at

and i ain't much to hear

but if you think i love you

you've got the wrong idea

well i'm not much to look at

and i ain't much to hear

but if you think i love you

you've got the wrong idea

and you're clinging to conflict

and you're clinging to conflict

and you're clinging to conflict

just let go

just let go

and you're clinging to conflict

and you're clinging to conflict

and you're clinging to conflict

just let go

just let go