P.O.S. - That One lyrics
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[Verse 1] Okay, Tom Bring a pen, a pad, a couch, a blanket, pillow and I'm out I wrote this thing from 31st to Clinton, foaming at the mouth Can I sleep in your den? I'm mad 'bout how she's shanking me with my house I wrote this thing from amongst the best She aimed it out, the time Give me the biggest fucking shot of disastrous ass-backwards Triple X 1000 proof shit in a glass Better get the whole bottle Better yet I'll get water, I don't drink Just give me the keys to your Civic It's the director's to the brink I'm, um.. I'm kind of in the mood to get shot I'm sort of kind of in the mood for suicide by cop The little fake hold up the clerk but I'm not loaded The jerk at his work at my worst By the burst, it's a loaded gun And when the cops come I'll aim it at they face until they lay me to waste People will blame it on race, riot, and fuck up the place Deface all in they path and That's what I call a crime of passion Tom, give me some NyQuil and a Tylenol I wanted you in space But not the shit that I do to the wall And maybe I should call And maybe I just fuck the fuck off Cause, it's my fault, and I fucked it all What am I, 10 again? This shit was messed up from the beginning And I knew I'd fall in love and then I'd lose it And lose a friend Maybe it's her fault She never seemed to try Tom, give me a second, I've got something in my eye [Bridge 1] Love to the next hugs Kisses to the sex life Hot with emotion, baby, tell me what you need Sex to the love to the thing Not enough, to the anger How'd you lose your love for the leaves? [Chorus] Drowning I'm not waving, I'm drowning I'm not waving, I'm drowning I'm not waving, I'm drowning I'm not waving, I'm drowning [Verse 2] Tom Until she turned and can't sleep I'm sorry to keep you upright Never mind man Hey, what's up Good night, good night, guys My bright eyes ain't shuttin' I'm sick of arguing, so barging in seemed like it would help something My puppy love turned to a leash dog and a steamer I'm on a plank, she's riding pistol in a Beamer, yo I'm thinkin' my best plan involves a meat cleaver and a steak knife Someone's gonna die tonight, but not her Not my princess, not my baby bird Not my sweet chickadee turned angry vulture, clawing nerves Red, tough, black and white and dead all over Ask the hour, "How many licks does it take before it's over?" "Twice is nice" I asked you, "Please, toss my taped up clover" Neither of us listen (Neither of us listen) I asked you, "Please, toss my taped up clover" But neither of us listen Till we both pay the price Like [Bridge 2] Why you never listening? Why don't you care? Why it gotta be like this? Why don't you care? Please, baby, talk to me Please go away Please, will you look at me? Please, baby, stay Can we stop this shit? Can we try? Can we make a go of it? Please don't cry Can we stop this shit? Can we try? Can we make a go of it? Please don't cry [Chorus] I'm not waving, I'm drowning [Verse 3] I remember Bruised head, and a bruised heart And I remember Tossing with tears, cause the sleep's hard If you remember That face smell on a pillow cover is not the smell of love anymore That's loss and pain Vain happenings, you're No longer the recipient of casual looks, I see They say you're all I see So much compassion in her stare How can it be in the back of my eyelids, haunting me A picture featuring your fat lower lip, and brown hair Yo; your side of my bed is cold and will be Remember when you threw my side with "So?" and so you bought that bed with me You picked the Sheets, and spent the time You broke in the springs with me Your first decision now change up your life and give it a try With all the guys in the world, remember that you chose me My best...you can have it if you want it [Outro] I gotta know, I gotta feel like this Cause life goes any day it can Any day that it can I need a knuckle to absorb It's a different kind of love you're missing - best friends Cause everybody's fine and it's freedom again
