Lyrics Challenge Game

90s…- -

Empty and sweating
Head lying in your hands
Shaking in the corner
Done too much alcohol
Gotta get away from it all
'Cause it feels my blood is freezing

My self insanity has taken its toll
Frustration
Has taken
Its control

Summertime
I was getting paid
Getting drunk
And getting laid
I'd grab a phone
Call you up and say
Quit your job
‘Cause I got it made

Anytiii-iii-iiiime
Baby let's gooooo-ohhhh-oh…………………..

This century….- - -

Hear the drum pounding out of time
Another protester has crossed the line
To find the money's on the other side

Can I get another amen?
There's a flag wrapped around a score of men
A gag, a plastic bag on a monument

You done
You tight
You suck at life
You don't want a round three
You done suffered twice
Worship the queen and you might could pass
Keep it real, these bitches couldn't wipe my ass
Anyway, stylist, go get Bvlgari
I am the ultimate Svengali
You, you bitches can't even spell that
You, you hoes buggin', repel that

Could you imagine the taste of your lips
If we'd never try to kiss on the drive to Queens
'Cause I imagine the weight of your ribs
If you lied between my hips in the backseat

And I imagine the tears in your eyes
The very first night I'll sleep without you
And when it happens I'll be miles away
And a few months late
Didn't know where I was running to

But I won't look back

Then it all crashes down
And you break your crown
And you point your finger
But there’s no one around
Just want one thing
Just to play the king
But the castle’s crumbled
And you’re left with just a name

There's a fog upon L.A.,
And my friends have lost their way.
"We'll be over soon," they said.
Now they've lost themselves instead
Please don't be long
Please don't you be very long
Please don't be long for I may be asleep

Sit and watch me burn
Take so much away from inside you
Makes no sense, you know he can't guide you
He's your fucking shoulder to lean on, be strong