[Intro] Chosenb01

(Amen)

[Verse 1 - Dylan Sinclair]

I've not said or heard any apologies

I've only heard everyone but me

But all of this hurts me

And now I have no peace

And now I have no spring

And now I can't clime trees

Every man for themselves

I gotta stay healthy

That's your own life, gotta move stealthy

Thank you young D, it's a pleasure to meet

Besides that, you've always have heard this from me

Try moving on, not from the love

And beauty of this, by hurting a queen

Try holding tight, without starting fights

With your own damn self

We're friends, known you well

[Chorus - Dylan Sinclair]

You are a menace to society

Society

You've done all this in full sobriety

Sobriety

[Verse 2 - Dylan Sinclair]

Make your bed swim (make your bed swim)

And your tears did (and your tears did)

Drench the couch lamp (drench the couch lamp)

Continue to weep (continue to weep)

Treasure the girl (treasure the girl)

You've sent yourself (you've sent yourself)

Firm as I smell (firm as I smell)

From the top shelf (from the top shelf)

[Chorus - Dylan Sinclair, Chosenb01 ]

You are a menace to society

Society (society, society)

You've done all this in full sobriety

Sobriety

[Verse 3 - Chosenb01]

Ah

Yeah

Ah

Everyday strove by, I feel like a menace

I done hurt so many women

But I swear that I never meant it

Okay I thought it was for me

But now I'm just saying, forget it

I had no patience, but damn it

For the rest of the night I regret it, uh

I had to dead it yeah

We never let it, uh

We just lit that, instead of that man we just hit it

Straight to the fire, uh

Look now we tired, uh

You called me crazy and I just be callin' you liar, uh

Goin' in circles, uh

We saying hurtful things

Goin' in circles, uh

We don't deserve this pain

Wanting forever, uh

Me you together

But getting that right, man at that times it feels like I'll never, uh

Gotta do better, yeah

Gotta do better, uh

Sick of the menace in me that you search in for terror, uh

Sick of mistakes, uh

Sick of the errors, uh

Sick of the grief, yeah

Needed some pleasure, yeah

[Chorus - Dylan Sinclair]

You are a menace to society

Society

You've done all this in full sobriety

Sobriety