Done feeding, I leaned back head rested on the couch's top
  Must leave the house soon mean gone cause my pops he's hot
  Grab my blue backpack, My walkman, grip my bicycle
  Because I know my friends are waiting at the door
  I'm feeling loose like you - Just fucking around and shit
  Til that comes fifty-five I'm twenty-six
    Let me go I give more
  And you know I fold I
    Come at me! Come! Come!
  My activites don't cross but they create
  You know I want to pick you up
  But they don't want you to
  Asking for it, like we got
  Yes we cross but we create
  You know I want to pick you up
  But they don't want you - shit fuck'em
    You let this screw I thought they knew you
  But when you turned your back I know they're going do
  You had to prove me right and then we did
  And that son of a bitch he swerved almost hit two kids
  I'm feeling heartless, I'm feeling hate
  So when there's nothin but the real swing in her fuckin
  Rape! No! One! Me! no choice
    Let me go I get bored
  And you know I'm fuckin flown!
    Come on! Come! Come!
  My activities don't cross but they create
  You know I want to pick you up
  But they don't want you to
  Threaten me court, like we got
  Yeah we cross but we create
  You know I want to pick you up
  But they don't want you - Burn
    Let me go I give more
  And you know - ohh
  So good we could and
  We learned to cry and
  Lift me up
    Come on! Come!
  My activities don't cross but they create
  You know I want to pick you up
  But they don't want you
  Dis me court, like we got
  Yeah we cross but we cried
  You know I want to pick you up
  But they don't want you - up!