Nesian Mystik

Small town boy got big city dreams He feels the chill of the night through his jeans It bites the skin like the knife he carries Shadows his face underneath his hoody Walks to a home that the government owns Holes fill the walls where the photos shou

Good times bad times baby you're in trouble You stole my heart and you're given me up And we're not even friends so how can we be lovers I wanna know the truth 'cause I've had enough I'm sick and tired of pleasing you Have I had your love Is that the