I gotta be some one
Some one you want to trust
I gotta be someone
That’s so close to touch
Gotta tell the truth
No matter what’s the use
Need to sign the truce
To get you out my booth
Get the weed out
Rip it from the root
Want something sweet
Then go and pick the fruit
All these feelings are white
All the bed bugs bite
Why oh why can I not sleep at night