Pillmattic lyric - Gym Class Heroes

Pillmatic, three Xanies down, I'm pounding Honey Browns
I'm pillmatic the oxycontin got my stomach rotting
Pillmatic I swear to God I'm not an addict
But I'm still at it, dag nabbit I'm pillmatic

Thinking back on when it all started
I found pink hearts in mommy's little pocket book
And took em
Popping when she wasn't looking
I guess it runs in the family
I'm liable to eat any pill you randomly hand me
Save the greenery
I'm looking for them labels reading
May cause drowsiness be careful when operating machinery
Beautiful pharmaceuticals
Residue in my cuticles
Sniffing them with a suitable
Wishing they made em chewable

Catch me in the source with five pills next to my name
Like fuck five mics I want five vic fame
If killing pain is the name of the game
Then I'm your number one draft pick
Dash quick to the closest medicine cabinet
Kill the whole bottle
Never played the role model position
I'm just living
So take 2 of these and call me in the morning
I'mma take 4 and finish this 40 cause life's boring

Pillmatic, three Xanies down, I'm pounding Honey Browns
I'm pillmatic the oxycontin got my stomach rotting
Pillmatic I swear to God I'm not an addict
But I'm still at it, dag nabbit I'm pillmatic

Keep the hydro unless it's codone behind it
Never have to roam far from home to find it
Writin' fake scripts like my doctor signed it
Till I spelled his last name wrong
This ain't a song for the kids like the last album
Put em to bed go ahead and turn the Valium up
A couple meds to ease the pain of the papercuts
The doctor says slow down maybe later buts
40 milligrams, a 40 and I'm faded
This world is crazy so I stay medicated
Percoset, Ativan, and Klonopin
When my social lights are out
They turn them on again
I'll eat em till I'm born again
Oxycontin, orange juice and gin
Equals projectile wild style burner on a porcelain

Pillmatic, three Xanies down, I'm pounding Honey Browns
I'm pillmatic the oxycontin got my stomach rotting
Pillmatic I swear to God I'm not an addict
But I'm still at it, dag nabbit I'm pillmatic

Simple Living lyrics - Gym Class Heroes

[Verse One]
I'm like nine minutes away from finishing my nine hour shift
and wishin I was gone nine hours ago
Cause nine hours wasted, tossin back of this chicken
I coulda written nine verses just in time for the show
Slacker mindstate livin on time that's borrowed
My motto's I'll stop procrastinatin tomorrow
I took the sorrow from the windchimes, left happiness lonesome
And strung up sarcasm to make the melody wholesome
From my lungs to my feet, I'm breathin everything I speak
And now they chargin for oxygen and the bill's due next week
I'll be a day late and a buck short, story of my life
I wish my pay rate was much more, duckin swords in the rat race
I didn't apply for runnin towards something that's fake
And thinkin, why for? They shuttin doors right in my face
And sittin high horse is a car and a dope place
Somethin to die for, this is my war, so

[Chorus]
Now I'm schemin on plots to make my pockets swell
Simple livin is a bitch but damn, I do it well
Some are fortunate to make it and, some of 'em fail
Some locomotives push through and some of 'em get derailed
Schemin on plots - HEY, HEY
Simple livin is a bitch - HEY, HEY
Some are fortunate to make it - HEY, HEY
Some locomotors push through - HEY, HEY

[Verse Two]
I lead a crocodile mile lifestyle, I run and slide
But when it's time to collide with the bump, I always bail
Cause I'm not ready for that dive or that silly nine to five
Solidified career option, a hop skip and a leap
away from rock star, and not too far away from fillin pop's shoes
The idyllic hard workin type of calloused hands
Complete with wife, kids, dog, house, and picket fence, that's nonsense
I'm convinced I'm built for better things
And won't settle for the empty smile that cheddar brings
It seems like I'm workin hard simply cause it's what they say I have to do
You graduate and then you either get a job, or you go to school
12 years wasn't enough?
That's more than half of my life spent tryin to make the world accept me
Plus I've got the papers saying that I made it through
Now I'm working 2 jobs, 3 with music and you don't respect me?
Fuck it I'll retire now, you'll work until you're 62, and

[Chorus]

[whistling until beat stops]

Cupid's Chokehold lyrics - Gym Class Heroes (feat. Patrick Stump of Fall Out Boy)

Ba ba da da
Ba ba da da
Ba ba da da
Ba ba da da
Ba ba da da

Take a look at my girlfriend
She's the only one I got (ba ba da da)
Not much of a girlfriend
I never seem to get a lot (ba ba da da, ba ba da da)

It's been some time since we last spoke
This is gonna sound like a bad joke
But momma I fell in love again
It's safe to say I have a new girlfriend

And I know it sounds so old
But cupid got me in a chokehold
And I'm afraid I might give in
Towels on the mat my white flag is wavin'

I mean she even cooks me pancakes
And Alka Seltzer when my tummy aches
If that ain't love then I don't know what love is

We even got a secret handshake
And she loves the music that my band makes
I know I'm young but if I had to choose her or the sun
I'd be one nocturnal son of a gun

(ba ba da da, ba ba da da)

Take a look at my girlfriend
She's the only one I got (ba ba da da)
Not much of a girlfriend
I never seem to get a lot (ba ba da da, ba ba da da)

Take a look at my girlfriend
She's the only one I got (ba ba da da)
Not much of a girlfriend
I never seem to get a lot (ba ba da da, ba ba da da)

It's been awhile since we talked last and I'm tryin' hard not to talk fast
But dad I'm finally thinkin' I may have found the one
Type of girl that will make you way proud of your son

And I know you heard the last song about the girls that didn't last long
But I promise this is on a whole new plane
I can tell by the way she says my name (ba ba da da)

I love it when she calls my phone
She even got her very own ringtone
If that ain't love then I don't know what love is (ba ba da da)

It's gonna be a long drive home but I know as soon as I arrive home
And I open the door take off my coat and throw my bag on the floor
She'll be back into my arms once more for sure

Take a look at my girlfriend
She's the only one I got (ba ba da da)
Not much of a girlfriend
I never seem to get a lot (ba ba da da, ba ba da da)

She's got a smile that would make the most senile
Annoying old man bite his tongue
I'm not done
She's got eyes comparable to sunrise
And it doesn't stop there
Man I swear
She's got porcelain skin of course she's a ten
And now she's even got her own song
But movin' on
She's got the cutest laugh I ever heard
And we can be on the phone for three hours
Not sayin' one word
And I would still cherish every moment
And when I start to build my future she's the main component
Call it dumb call it luck call it love or whatever you call it but
Everywhere I go I keep her picture in my wallet like here

Take a look at my girlfriend
She's the only one I got (ba ba da da)
Not much of a girlfriend
I never seem to get a lot (ba ba da da, ba ba da da)

Take a look at my girlfriend
She's the only one I got (ba ba da da)
Not much of a girlfriend
I never seem to get a lot (ba ba da da, ba ba da da)

Faces In The Hall lyrics - Gym Class Heroes

I knew this kid named Alberto
Funny style cat
And his girl looked like a turtle
Not Lisa Turtle, just a turtle
High school track
He ran the hurdle
His peers shed tears senior year when he got murdered
Now Alberto was your average A student
Participated in class,
Never came late
And never truant
His family was picture perfect
His older sister was prom queen
His dad a decorated vet from the Vietnam team
His mother was Dear Abby,
An ordinary house wife
Like clockwork, always had dinner on the table at 5
But Alberto had a monster he kept under his bed
Instead of letting it out,
He just got a girlfriend instead
She knew something was funny
She could tell by his behavior
Or the way he flamboyantly shook his hand
When he would wave to her
She thought nothing of it
And just shoved it in the closet
Until the day that word dripped out like leaky faucet
Alberto was homosexual
I ain't have nothing against it
But little Ronnie Johnson and all his football player friends did
They'd always pick and nag
Call him "fag" and such and such
And couldn't wait to get to gym so they could really bust his nuts
The gym teacher never cared
He'd just join in on the action
He'd make silly gestures
And compared him to Micheal Jackson
Alberto couldn't take it
He'd just stop showing up and whenever he walked them halls
He just felt like throwin' up
And night he would cry and cry and ask "God why?"
Like "God, why the fucked I have to be born this way?"
God would reply, "Son, you've gotta show 'em you're more than gay"
Cause he had dreams to be a track star
Until that warm April night
Them gay jokes went way too far
Ronnie begged for his forgiveness
And invited him to a party
Cause his parents went away
And left him plenty of Bacardi
Alberto kindly accepted
He was finally accepted
Except it was all deception
And left them all unprotected
It was a plan Ronnie had scammed
To get him in the right place
Verbally degrade and rearrange his pretty face
The plan would go swiftly
They started calling him sissy
One punch turned into fifty
They beat him till he was dizzy
Now Alberto lie in blood
While his peers look on in fear
He took his last breath
And passed away his senior year

Needless to say
It was one big tragedy
And how was Ronnie gonna explain to his family,
While they were on vacation taking in sights
He got wasted and killed a kid that night

Don't be a slave and behave the way they do,
Just utilize the gifts that God gave you [x4]

I knew this girl named Maria
Bright and talented
With aspirations to be a
Big superstar
What a great idea
Until she fell off and started to listening to her peers
Oh dear!
Now Maria was your typical obnoxious
Analytical head strong rebel
Flippin' off the principal
Single mother home structure
She looked after baby brother
While mom worked two jobs
Just to buy supper
Pops was a struggling musician
Troubled man,
Juggling family and heroin addiction
He overdosed and left a notice of eviction
And a crate of records on the table in the kitchen
And a little angel with a keen sense of sound
Who saw silence in the records she found
And she would stay up late at night
Reciting songs to herself
Under pale moonlight
Righting wrongs that her pops made,
Promised her mom she'd never go that same route
Turns out
Carrie Anne had other plans
Her and her man Ronnie most popular,
Second best to nobody
Homecoming queen versus ugly duckling
And the story ends the same way
OK, Ronnie's parents went away for a couple of days
And told him "No Drinking"
What the fuck were they thinking?
Maria was oblivious that her boyfriend had already been invited
So when Carrie Anne asked
She got all excited
Like "damn now I got something to look forward to"
Or so she thought
Maria kindly accepted,
She was finally accepted,
Except it was all bullshit
Now pay attention,
Carrie Anne hated Maria cause she could sing
So she scored a bag of heroin
But the craziest thing was
Maria never touched drugs, she did that night
And when her man was getting beat
She was nowhere in sight
Now her boyfriend lie in blood
And she had no idea
Alberto passed away and she got hooked her senior year
Needless to say
It was one one big tragedy
And I hate to break it but
It doesn't end happily
A warm day in May,
The sky was so beautiful
Carrie Anne died in a crash leaving the funeral

Graduation Day lyrics - Gym Class Heroes

I knew this kid named Alberto
Funny style cat and his girl looked like a turtle
Not Lisa Turtle just a turtle
High school track he ran the hurtle

His peers shed tears his senior year when he got murdered
Now Alberto was your average day student
A student participated in class, never came late
And never true and his family was picture perfect

His older sister was prom queen
His dad a decorator vet from Vietnam scene
His mother was Dear Abby, an ordinary house wife
Like clock would always have dinner on the table at five

But Alberto had a monster, he kept under his bed
And instead of letting it out, he just got a girlfriend
Instead, she knew something was funny she could tell
By his behavior or the way he would wave his hand

When he would wave to her, she never though anything of it
And just shoved it in the closet until the day the word dripped out
Like leaky faucet, Alberto was homosexual, I ain't have nothing against it
But little Ronny Johnson and all his football player friends

Did they always picking bad calling him fag and such, and such
And couldn't wait to get to gym and really bust his nuts?
The gym teacher never cared he'd join in on the action
Make silly gestures and compare him to Michael Jackson

Alberto couldn't take it, he just stopped showing up
And whenever he walked the malls, he just felt like throwing up
And at night he would cry and cry, and ask God, why?
Like God, why the fuck I had to be born this way?

God would reply, "Son you got to show them your more then just gay"
See, he had dreams of being a track star until the night
The gay jokes went way to far Ronny begged for his forgiveness
And invited him to a party 'cause his parents went away

And left him plenty of Bacardi, Alberto kindly accepted
He was finally accepted, accepted was all deception
And all unprotected it was a play rite a scam to get him in
The right place verbally degrade him and rearrange his pretty face

The plan would go swiftly, they started calling him Sissy
When plus turned into fifty they beat him until he was dizzy
Now, Alberto lie in blood while his peers look on him in fear
He took his last breath and passed away his senior year

Needless to say it was one big tragedy, and how was Ronny
Gonna explain it to his family while they were on vacation?
Taking in sights he got wasted killed a kid that night
Don't be a saver, but hate the way they do

Just utilize the gifts god gave you
I knew this girl named Maria right and talented
With aspirations to be a big superstar what a great idea
Until she fell off and started listening to her peers

Oh dear, now, Maria was your typically obnoxious analytical
Head strong rebel flipping off the principles single mother
Home structure she looked at the baby brother while the moms work
Two jobs just to buy supper pops was a struggling musician

Troubled man, juggling heroin addiction, he overdosed
And left a notice of eviction and cradle record in the kitchen
And a little angel with a keen sense of sound who saw silence
In the record she found and she would stay up late at night

Reciting songs to herself in the pale moonlight
Writing wrongs that her pops made promise to mom
She would never go the same route turns out, Karie Ann had other plans
Her inter man Ronny, most popular, second best to nobody

Homecoming queen vs. ugly duckling and the story ends the same way
Okay, Ronny's parents went away for a couple of days
And told him no drinking, what the fuck was they thinking?
Maria was oblivious that her boyfriend had already been invited

So, when Karie Ann asked, she got all excited like
Damn now, I've got something to look forward to
And so she thought, Maria kindly accepted
She was finally accepted, except it was all bullshit

Now pay attention, Karie Ann hated Maria
'Cause she could sing and so she scored a bag of heroin
But the craziest thing was, Maria never touched drugs
She did that night and when her man was getting beat

She was nowhere in sight, now her boyfriend lay in blood
And she had no idea Alberto passed away and she got hooked
Her senior year, needless to say it was one big tragedy
And I hate to break it, but it doesn't end happily
A warm day in May, the sky was so beautiful
Karie Ann died in a crash leaving the funeral

Apollo 3-1-5 lyrics - Gym Class Heroes

I'll kill it, I don't give a fuck [Travis talking]

Traded in my hollow words for jelly-filled verbs
And 5 pound pronouns and predicate, this is Schlep's etiquette
For sloppy-fabled manners get ya napkins, Matty Duke kick the beat and I'm rappin
Top of the line, top of the world, top of the mornin to ya top dog
That's a top-notch tie ya got, tie it in a knot
Till ya eyeballs pop out, so you can actually see what an actual MC looks like
And if I had to pick and choose, I'd be the indecisive dick in the votin booth, laughin at my options like
Stop the presser on the media, Schlep rock is leavin ya
Walk with prosthetic concoctions, I thought I told you
You just a toadstool while Mario with firepower stickin dick to the princess, it's just senseless like that David and Goliath drama
Might as the slingin stone, you're basically defenseless
Anyway you wanted Schlep rocks, cocks obnoxious, it feels like a midget is chillin in my boxers

I'm Sorry [Travis talking]

Wejustfreestylin' Pt. 2 lyrics - Gym Class Heroes

[Intro conversation to open]
If he were recording
If he were recording right now
Then he would be getting all this at the start
My track - yo we should have a freestyle on this
Freestyle? Hit 'em off with somethin
Spit a verse Travis, spit a verse
Quit picking your nose, and come off
Quit picking your nose? Fuck you

[Freestyle]
Traded in my, hollow words for jelly-filled verbs
And five pound pronouns and predicates
This is Schlep's etiquette for sloppy fable manners get your napkins
Matty Duke kick the beat, and I'm rappin
Top of the line, top of the world, top of the mornin to ya top dawg
That's a top notch tie you got, tie it in a knot
'til your eyeballs pop out
So you can actually see what an actual MC looks like
And if I had to pick and choose
I'd be the indecisive dick in the votin booth
Laughin at my options, like
Stop the press, inform the media
Schlep Rock is leavin ya, walkin with prosthetic concoctions
I thought I told you, you just a toadstool
I'm Mario with firepower, stickin dick to the Princess
It's just senseless, like that David and Goliath drama
Minus the slingin stones, you're basically defenseless
Anyway you wanted Schlep Rock's cock obnoxious
It feels like a MIDGET is chillin in my boxers

[Outro]
Whaaaat, what? (I'm sorry)

To Bob Ross With Love lyrics - Gym Class Heroes

Now who you know leave the scene
Messier than canvas's by Jackson Pollock
Throwing multicolored thoughts at a rapid pace
I make a mess you dissect it and make sense of it
Then get back to me at your earliest convenience
Check my verbal sequence as I texturize these tracks
Seven layers to be exact eliminate the whack
With a firm brush stroke I mc paintily
Lyricists begin crumbling from my scumbling technique
As I tweak your audio and visual keep my drips minimal messages subliminal
Cause me and rap go way back we compliment
So together we enhance one another that's common sense
High intensity catches the eye your jaw drops
Be a real critic not explicit with false props
I keep my darks deep my lights bright I'm very thorough
With my churascurro inspiration spark and a knife
Now watch me rock the spot like Basquiat minus the heroin
And make my face popular like Andy did to Marilyn
Its kinda scary when real art gets left behind
While they take bullshit and start selling it to blind folks
But I remain humble as long as Grace continues spinning hot shit
On his twin twelve-hundred color wheels of steel
Fuck mass appeal art is art only the real can truly feel it
So open your eyes and listen
Combine your ears with vision
Or do it cause you love it
Or for cash that's your decision
That's your decision
That's your decision

It's like I'm torn between two worlds
A paintbrush and a microphone
A canvas or a beat
CD or LP
Anything goes when my ink pen flows
And God only knows where its gonna bring me next
So I'm inclined to like paint rhymes and spit kaleidoscopes with one eye closed
And I suppose if you chose the path that I chose
You know the cycle ass ho don't front
It goes inspiration and productivity then a sense of self worth and in steps depression
Like back and forth and forth and back
Should I paint a picture or record a track
A gift or a curse I don't know I'm still undecided
But over the years I've found clever ways to hide it
And those that lack the passion I have may despise it
But my momma made me this way I thank her everyday
So tell them kids to keep coloring outside the lines
Until they lose they limitations and they minds is free
Tell them teachers that you want your money back this time
And tell Bob Ross for all the happy little trees
And tell my momma that her baby boy is doing just fine
Although hes running out of patience but his mind is free
And tell my pops that I'll pay his money back sometime
And that his son is two steps away from where he needs to be

Papercuts (The Reason For The Lesions) (Remix By Mr. Dibbs) lyrics - Gym Class Heroes

She says she loves me
But she comes and goes when she pleases
When the door shuts
It's like another papercut
And now I'm stuck with a hand full of bandaids
Until she comes back around like them ceiling fan blades
Claims she loves me
But she cuts me into pieces
When I'm sewed up
Here comes another papercut
Now I'm stuck with a hand full of bandaids
Until she comes back around like them ceiling fan blades.....

We met 22 years back
Fresh out the womb
Now she consumes me,
No room for self these days
And she's so demanding
Do this, do that
Don't forget to take your medicine
I hate it when her face is invading my head again
The welcome mat reads "please take off your shoes"
But she disregards the statement
I've grown accustomed to bending my beliefs to
Satisfy her needs
But I'm fed up
With plugging cuts everytime they bleed
So I dip my pen in the puddle
What a bloody mess its been
Trying to end this struggle
But I love her,
She's the reason for the lesions
Man I love her
I start bleeding when she's leaving
And every scar on my fingertip is a reminder of
All the lessons learned
On my missions to try to find her but
I'll sit alone until she comes back home
And I'll be waiting by the phone

[phone rings:] "Hello?"

She says she loves me
But she comes and goes when she pleases
When the door shuts
It's like another papercut
And now I'm stuck with a hand full of bandaids
Until she comes back around like them ceiling fan blades
Claims she loves me
But she cuts me into pieces
When I'm sewed up
Here comes another papercut
Now I'm stuck with a hand full of bandaids
Until she comes back around like them ceiling fan blades.....

[On the Phone]
She don't live here no more
I heard she's staying down the street with the dead beat
That don't treat her right with two bad ass kids
Guilt and Regret
And I'm willing to bet
My last album that she's wishing she was kissing me

Man the nerve of this bitch
Pardon my French
But it's been 10 days
And I'm getting kind of light headed
Maybe I'll write her a letter in a gentleman's way
And send it with the hopes that she might get it
I can't believe I let her run all over me
But all I think about is
When she's here and holding me
I love her
She's the reason for the lesions
Man I love her
I start bleeding when she's leaving
And every scar on my fingertip is a reminder of
All the lessons learned
All my missions trying to find her and
I can't complain
I kind of like the pain
She ain't even got a name
She just lives in my brain
And says..

She says she loves me
But she comes and goes when she pleases
When the door shuts
It's like another papercut
And now I'm stuck with a hand full of bandaids
Until she comes back around like them ceiling fan blades
Claims she loves me
But she cuts me into pieces
When I'm sewed up
Here comes another papercut
Now I'm stuck with a hand full of bandaids
Until she comes back around like them ceiling fan blades.....

She says she loves me but
(she really thinks that im an asshlole)
She says she loves me but
(my ears are too big)
She says she loves me but
(i pick my nose too much)
She says she loves me but
(she says i never really listen)
She says she loves me but
(i take too many pills)
She says she loves me but
(i never pay my bills)
She says she loves me but
(i wait until the last minute)
She says she loves me but
(i dont try hard enough)

Nothing Boy Vs The Echo Factor lyrics - Gym Class Heroes

Now I could sit here and baffle you
With shallow babble
And a bunch of punch lines
You probably won't get
Or even use some big words
That you'd have to look up
But, I'm not a teacher
So go ahead and close your book up
I could tell a fairy tale so convincing
And keep a straight face from beginning
To happy ending
I could waste 32 bars telling you how to live
Knowing damn well I used mtv cribs for the blueprint
I could bore you to death with my past relationships
Or a little ditty bout Jack and Dianne
Or I could go back to childhood
Dig up them skeletons
And spit them at you with a catchy hook
Look, I could strike a nerve with some four letter words
That'll make Richard Pryor proud
Or better yet, I could sing a jingle that'll contort and mingle
Every single solitary letter in the alphabet

(I could tell you whatever you want to hear
But if I just said hello would you listen to me?
I could sell a blind man new ears
If I just said hello would you listen to me?
I'm trying hard trying to make it perfectly clear
But I'm dying because their aint nobody listening to me
Been relying on myself on myself for more than 22 years
And I aint crying I just need someone to listen to me
Can I get some reply get maybe some kind of sign
to let me know that you're listening to me?
Just from time to time I get lost in my mind
Its hard to find someone to listen to me
My ears were open when you needed some consoling
I'm hoping till the sound you hear echoes
Every time I say hello)

I could talk about my duds
And my thrift store scores
But that probably wouldn't interest you
But why should it
I mean, I've seen a lot of shit in 22 years
But your feet in my shoes isn't something I recall
And I've been known to drink 22 beers
Before a show cuz
otherwise I probably wouldn't have the balls
I could make references to books I never read
For the sake of sounding conscious
But, that's just obnoxious
I could take off these bandages and
Expose these papercuts
And put them in the air
with both my middle fingers up
or talk about myself in third person
like I'm better than you
cuz there's nothing else better to do
I could attack your character from
Eighty different angles
Cleverly explaining exactly how wack you are
But why do that when it's a well known fact
you buying this cd is potentially feeding me
(come on)

(I could tell you whatever you want to hear
But if I just said hello would you listen to me?
I could sell a blind man new ears
If I just said hello would you listen to me?
I'm trying hard trying to make it perfectly clear
But I'm dying because their aint nobody listening to me
Been relying on myself on myself for more than 22 years
And I aint crying I just need someone to listen to me
Can I get some reply get maybe some kind of sign
to let me know that you're listening to me?
Just from time to time I get lost in my mind
Its hard to find someone to listen to me
My ears were open when you needed some consoling
I'm hoping till the sound you hear echoes
Every time I say hello)

Hello, is there anybody out there?
Hello, is there anybody out there?
Hello, is there anybody out there?
Hello, is there anybody out there?
Hello, is there anybody out there?

Band AIDS lyrics - Gym Class Heroes

Thank you.
You know exactly who you are
You played the role of superglue
When I was falling apart
Through all the papercuts
And all the broken hearts
You played the role of superglue
When I was falling apart
Thank you.
You know exactly who you are
Through all the nightmares
And anxiety scares
You played the role of superglue
When I was falling apart

The Boomerang Theory lyrics - Gym Class Heroes

The other night I got arrested by the Karma police beat down
And didn't bother waiting for my receipt, hopped on my feet and skipped town
They say "What Goes around Comes Around" and I have found that that's real
Cuz even with a stomach filled with chill pills I still feel ill

The other night I got arrested by the karma coppers
Tossed in the back of sarcastic patty wagon and beaten bloody buddy
And I didn't resist I knew I had it coming to me
I didn't get pissed when they issued the summons to me
For years and years I've have perfected ignorance
The Peers and Peers that Listened so well
And for tears and tears I tasted more than influence.
I'm still here on this pier for fear of setting sail
Evidence proved I let paranoia get the best of me
I gave my girl a little, and let my friends receive the rest of me
So her I am with nothing, empty pockets, twenty stock tips
A stick of gum and far too many dreams of having something
So this is for the frogs that felt wrath of my firecrackers
And all the roaches that I stomped with no regard
And all the candy that got stolen from the corner store
I'm really sorry being human's kind of hard

I got arrested by the Karma police beat down
And didn't bother waiting for my receipt, hopped on my feet and skipped town
They say "What Goes around Comes Around" and I have found that that's real
Cuz even with a stomach filled with chill pills I still feel ill

Ok, ok, ok, this is what I get; I mean no disrespect but:
I'll accept the charges you can keep your plea bargains, Pardon
I made this machine and every rusty cog-nance in it
And gave you the dreams just wait a cotton picking minute
The time the time left over on my dinner plate
The crimes, the crimes committed as a youth
I'm fine, I'm fine just let me reevaluate
I'm innocent, don't believe me? Well here's the proof
I've been that model citizen paper route and all
Small enough to look up skirts and tall enough to play basketball
I had to fall just to stand and realize I'm just a man
So here I am in handcuffs the shit that makes a man tough
So this is for the farmers we have mass soaked with our water guns
And all the animals that died Cuz we were bored
Then all the girls with broken hearts I'm truly sorry
I learned my lesson, I'm confessing, hit record

I got arrested by the Karma police beat down
And didn't bother waiting for my receipt, hopped on my feet and skipped town
They say "What Goes around Comes Around" and I have found that that's real
Cuz even with a stomach filled with chill pills I still feel ill

The other night I got arrested by the Karma police beat down
And didn't bother waiting for my receipt, hopped on my feet and skipped town
They say "What Goes around Comes Around" and I have found that that's real
Cuz even with a stomach filled with chill pills I still feel ill

Chicago (Remix) lyrics - Gym Class Heroes

My heart is on my sleeve
Wear it like a bruise or blackeye
My badge, my witness
That means that I believed
Every single lie you said
Cause every pain of glass that your pebbles tap negates
The pains I went through to avoid you
And every little pat on the shoulder for attention fails to mention I still hate you
But there's a light on in chicago
And I know I should be home
All the colors of the street signs..
They remind me of the pickup truck out in front of your neighbor's house
She took me down and said:
Boy's like you are overrated. So save your breath.
Loaded words and loaded friends
Loaded guns to our heads
Cause every pain of glass that your pebbles tap
Negates the pains I went through to avoid you
And every little pat on the shoulder for attention fails to mention I still hate you
But there's a light on in chicago
And I know I should be home
All the colors of the street signs..
They remind me of the pickup truck out in front of your neighbor's house
You want apologies
Girl, you might hold your breath
Until your breathing stops forever, forever
The only thing you'll get
Is this curse on your lips:
I hope they taste of me forever
And there's a light on in chicago
And I know I should be home
All the colors of the street signs..
They remind me of the pickup truck out in front of your neighbor's
With every breath I wish your body will be broken again, again

"...For The Kids" (2001)

Thinking Out Loud lyrics - Gym Class Heroes

Jungle cats battling through musty brush
Monkey’s ciphering with fly feather birds with
unincarcerated visions, signified dandelions get
Crushed by overstressed orangutans, just to let
Mama nature know they ain’t no joke
While bad ass boa constrictors squeeze out life
And as hot as day, night makes no opportunity to let the natives do their thing
I believe that hip hop is so universal that
It has already invaded the rainforest
And endangered species know exactly what it is truly,
It’s just a little sad that negative inevitably follows the most righteous
Next we got flaw skin sex hitting switches,
right next to Versace rocking bullfrog bitches flashy nasty piranhas with platinum front teeth
But whatever the case may be, true hip hop will remain underground
Where ants and moles hold it down
With basement parties bumping Gym Class Heroes and Brain games
All the same, I myself may never make it to the rainforest
But we share a common love
That’s just me thinking out loud again, let me stop