I was looking for some kind of savior
Someone still counting on my worst behavior
Knew there would be trouble
With devil eyes and magic hands
I'm all mixed up
Head like a cocktail shaker
Living in a house like an old bodega
Got the odds looking in my favor
Staring the bottom of a boilermaker
So keep your feet on the ground
And listen to the sound of a real money-maker
Something's twisted up right inside me
I let you use it up, so when you do leave
Take me to the edge and let me show you what was on my mind
Don't put all your money on me, 'cause you and me are two of a kind
Going in blind
I'm all mixed up
Head like a cocktail shaker
Living in a house like an old bodega
Got the odds looking in my favor
Staring the bottom of a boilermaker
I'm all mixed up
Like a boilermaker
I'm all mixed up
Head like a cocktail shaker
Staring at the bottom of a boilermaker
I'm all mixed up
Head like a cocktail shaker
Living in a house like an old bodega
Got the odds looking in my favor
Staring at the bottom of a boilermaker
