While you´re breaking down my back in
I´ve been racking out my brain
I don´t matter how we make It
because It always ends the same
you can push It for more mileage
but your flaps are wearing thin
and I could sleep on It until morning
but this nigthmare never ends
don´t forget to call my lawyers
with ridiculous demands
and you can take the pity so far
but It´s more than I can stand
because this couchtrip is getting older
tell me how long has It been
because five years is forever
and you haven´t grown up yet.
you could be mine
but you´re way out of line
with your bitch slap rapping
and your cocaine tongue
you get nothing done
I said you could be
you should be
you could be mine...