I got nothing to prove What's up with you? Does it turn you on what it takes to come A sea of wounds is enough to cry about See you later in the l.a. City slum
My baby carried by the sun My baby don't give two fucks about love Is the lies made for good conversation
I don't know my man But I shot him dead The leaves on the ground leave lines on the pavement If any these songs got enough to cry about Pleasure to meet you in the l.a. City slum
My baby buried in the sand My baby don't give two fucks about love Is the lies made for good conversation
Oh, my baby buried in the sand Love is the lies made for good conversation
I don't care what I don't know about I don't care what I don't know about I don't care what I don't know about I don't care what I don't know about love
