Lyrics

[Intro] (Good-bye!) Stumbling across the internet, I found this statement (Good-bye! Doing it again) Jamie Madrox's solo album sounds like shit (Good-bye! Doing it again) He flipped the script, and it sucks (Good-bye!) I will not buy his products ever again (Good-bye!) This may strongly hurt Twiztid as a band Are you fucking kidding me? I mean, seriously, is anybody reading this? [Verse 1] Dark thoughts, clouded mind, move forward, fall behind Nightmares all the time, still I continue on the grind Nod, shake, I don't fit, use my shit to get a grip Use my shit to stay alive, try to change, at least I tried I ain't saying I'm the best, but I'm as good as all the rest And if it wasn't for thе stress, then I'd be feeling flawlеss And I'd be walking tallest with all the shit beneath me And wouldn't be concerned with how listeners would receive me Wouldn't be concerned if they flipped and jumped shit And went to go and jock another motherfucker's music I shouldn't care right I should prop em for the support in the past Tell 'em don't let the door hit 'em in the ass [Chorus] (Good-bye) And I don't wanna see your face (Good-bye) You underestimate me in the first place (And I'm) Moving on like how the wind blow With no direction, sometimes it's how it go (Good-bye) And I don't wanna see your face (Good-bye) You underestimate me in the first place (And I'm) Moving on like how the wind blow With no direction, sometimes it's how it go [Bridge] (Good-bye!) They don't know me, they don't ever know me (Good-bye!) They don't know me, never know me (Good-bye!) You don't know me, they don't know me (Good-bye!) Never know me, they don't know me So mecca lecca hi, mecca hiney, don't be a ho (Good-bye!) (Good-bye!) Don't be a ho (Good-bye!) Don't be a ho [Verse 2] Out of contacts to bust, head clouded with thoughts But none of 'em are worth thinkin' about it The beat hits hard, hard enough to trigger my mind But I keep wishin' for words that I can't find I need something, maybe just a swig of this liquor A hit of this joint for you to get the picture 'Cause I've lost all words, here's four words for you Fuck you, motherfucker (I'm through) Psyche, I'm just playing, I appreciate the opportunity To bust rhymes so y'all can get faded So mecca lecca hi, mecca hiney, don't be a ho A fat man's hungry because he's supposed To be artificial, appetite can never see the likes Of a portly man practically out of his mind Out of his own belt size and onto bigger things Like a nice cold forty and plate of some chicken wings [Chorus] (Good-bye) And I don't wanna see your face (Good-bye) You underestimate me in the first place (And I'm) Moving on like how the wind blow With no direction, sometimes it's how it go (Good-bye) And I don't wanna see your face (Good-bye) You underestimate me in the first place (And I'm) Moving on like how the wind blow With no direction, sometimes it's how it go [Outro] (Good-bye) And I don't wanna see your face They don't know me, they don't ever know me (Good-bye) You underestimate me in the first place They don't know me, never know me (And I'm) Moving on like how the wind blow You don't know me, they don't know me With no direction, sometimes it's how it go Never know me, they don't know me