Sit back, I've wrote this one a thousand times before
But I guess, this circumstance I'll write a million times or more
Got a couple things to say about a lot of what went wrong
How I always got the feeling that she knew it all along
Things started getting worse when she would come around
So I hitched a ride and drove myself to the other side of town
You'd think that once or twice was all that I would have to say
But the words, they went right thru her 'cause she never went away
I sat and thought for a long time, never sit around for a long time
You never know where you'll end up, now you're outta' luck
I sat and thought for a long time, never sit around for a long time
Before you know it, you get stuck
Tell me, "Why you always trippin'?"
Tell me, "Why you always bitchin'?"
Tell me, "Why you always slippin'?"
Tell me, "Why you always trippin' now?"
Should I escape from all the consciousness I know?
Can I get back to where I always feared to go?
Now I am frustrated, and always feeling jaded
I can't recall a time when she was not on my mind
Stop giving, start living; put your focus on the life you're given
Hold on, be strong; just remember that your world is not gone.
