Prequel
I rolled up on Algoma
and said alright now, I’m just gonna have one drink.
I rolled up on Algoma
and said alright now, I’m just gonna have one drink.
Next thing I know,
I woke up with my boxers gone and my pants on,
and I didn’t know what the hell to think.

Anarchy’s for Lovers

Aside the fact your ex-boyfriend’s got a new tool,
your twenty-somethin’ spirit’s screamin’ screw school.
Just a lose-lose hand, whistlin’ confused blues
wishin’ the rules would leave some room to move.
Grab a paddle or learn to swim and grow some gills.
The water’s fine when you can float by keepin’ still.
If ya drown, there ain’t a lifeguard to stress it-
can always hear a few freshmen yellin
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Chorus
She says she loves me,
She loves me not,
She says she loves me,
She loves me not
She says she loves me
She says she loves me
She says she loves me
I said I love you too, but nothin’ like hip-hop
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She steps on necks with high heels,
won’t settle for anything less than ideal,
a dragon in a land of wood swords and light shields,
flies with the fire on reserve and eyes that hold time still.
Unimpressed or convinced by any mirror
held to this campus of Lady M’s and King Leers,
desperate belles casting endless spells
of fashionable personalities to defend the shell.

Tryin’ to think clear, save water, drink beer
hittin’ curves with the clutch caught up in fifth gear.
I sit here on a smudged line between this queen
and the so called social elite that won’t compete
in any match for the title or the rights-to,
or maybe it’s just too easy for me to shed light to
another urban night, swimming in suburban hype
For a kid that never wanted anything but words to write.

She’s on her way to find the next shoes to step.
They keep 80proof textin’.
I hold the method and run the school like the New X-Men,
and can still hear more than a few freshmen yellin’.
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Chorus
I said love you too until my heart stops
Heart beatin’ like a jumper, Anarchy’s for Lovers
real love is for those that’ve hardly seen summer.
Either target or cover, Anarchy’s for Lovers
real love is for those that’ve hardly seen summer.
Impartial to slumber, Anarchy’s for Lovers
real love is for those that’ve hardly seen summer.
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Sometimes, sometimes, she gets tired of rappin’,
stares at me funny like the last-man dancin’
up a storm, as if he never got drunk before,
Makin’ out with the wall, huggin’ the floor.
She said “Doo-wop and I’ll get the bill”.
I told her “I can make it cook like tremendous twelves.”
She said, “Yeah right.” I told her, “Tip well.”
Cos I can ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch

Change it up like tempers often do
Pushin’ walls until they move
And fight in spite of love to prove and pride to lose.
Now if you wanna paint it gray, then girl go ‘head
Don’t mind me if I join in
Can’t resist or avoid it
Tell me what’s the

Hold-up, Hold-up
Hold-up, Hold-up

Vanity’s here to stay
Do I give addiction a name?

Yes I do, Yes I do
Yes I do, Yes I do

If it’s fine with you, then find a fool
See mama didn’t raise no tool
In fact she gave birth to the cool
Go’on ask yaself
If it’s love and happiness,
Or is it truth and who you’re happy with