the deepest corner of the darkest hour we can't get much louder than this we always lose our hearts in the strangest places picking up the pieces we
've done wrong I'm surprised they don't come up and thank me So if you want moral advice I suggest you just tuck it all away 'Cause my mood to burn bridges
We drove to Cali And got drunk on the beach Got a motel and Built a fort out of sheets I finally found you My missing puzzle piece Baby, baby, baby ohh
Are all that's left at the scene of a crime Of a cold case love, uh oh oh ohhh Bridge: We lost our way Took this too far And I'll never find the pieces
dummy threw my jeans in the closet (closet) When I know you're the only one that wash it(wash it) So you found a piece of paper saying Tasha (Tasha)
, real ghetto story, hey) [Verse 1: Baby Cham] I remember those days when Hell was my home When Me and Mama bed was a big piece a foam An mi never
gonna deserve this I oughta kill you right now and do the whole wide world a service Well my daddy's gonna straighten you out like a piece of wire, like a piece
have a problem paying if you love the kids ballshit homie, in the beverly center with the 4 50 on me, i was holding the civic, east side, 400 strong over the bridge
door, "Y'all remember to wipe your feet" Then she said, "I got some news this mornin' from Choctaw Ridge Today Billie Joe McAllister jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge
I'm the king I'm the king of groove he's the king of groove (I cant't lose) (summon the royal brass) Everybody want a piece of the pie but they'll take
bone A perfect, stupid, cardboard reject Overfed, electric comatose Riding in the air, invisible socks A broken blanket, flaming sawdust Waking up in the shadow of a piece
where the heart is but your heart had to roam Drifting over bridges never to return watching bridges burn You're driftwood floating underwater Breaking into pieces, pieces, pieces
what else to do, and they won't fall down, bangin on the walls, pretending these walls are you, they don't fall down, they don't fall down. whoa whoa oh oh Bridge
or three bomber than purple chronic in Phillies From the G4, to the limo, to the penthouse on South Beach Since I fucking keep my name out your mouth piece
s the piece of mind I chase Stakes are high, like my uncle is We both got problems, he never confronted his Under the bridge I wrote, some shit to stay
make your face ke-loid Then I throw my drink at you (woo!) just to make that shit burn We make heads turn when we step in You starin at my piece swingin
me, me, me Sometimes you, you sometimes me, me Trying to stay off that TMZ You, you, you are my queen Lay down that draw bridge for your king I'll give
with him. I know it goes with how it?s feeling. Oh Oh Oh. My foolish heart was broken when he left us in the cold. Now I?m left to fix the pieces. Oh
