Lirieke: The Bronx. White Tar.

Baby's got cancer, looking for the answer
She's got cancer, someone romance her
She was one of a kind

Now she's perfected
Living on all the lies they injected
Now she's staring at the scars that needed correction
It's not a habit she claims
She's got American eyes
Letting her body go, she's dead

Rejection, looking for direction
Gimme picture, gimme reception
The clean smell of sin
She's nervous at the hips
The car's right outside and I'm ready to go

Infected, living on all of the lies she injected
Now I'm infected
Staring at the scars in need of correction
It's not a habit, I claim
I got American eyes
Letting my body go, I'm dead

She's got cancer, looking for the answer
She's got cancer, someone romance her
She's one of a kind

We got cancer, looking for the answer
We got cancer, looking for the answer
We got cancer, looking for the answer