Word

You come around with your pretentious crap

You ask me what books I read

Man you should be slapped

It must be oh so hard to always be correct

But I was wondering have you been yourself yet

You hang around long after everyone

You tell me you're lonely now

Girl you should go home

It must be oh so hard to have to live your life

But I was questioning the source of all your strife

Sin on be the one they sin against

No one here thinks you're innocent

You know god he's not even listening

To a word to a word

You come around with your pretentious crap

You ask me what books I read

Man you should be slapped

Sin on be the one they sin against

No one here thinks you're innocent

You know god he's not even listening