| It aint funny how we don't talk anymore | |
| I'm custom built to be spilt but fun 'til i hit the floor | |
| Why be the powdery apple in the bunch | |
| The sweetness aint so delish without the crunch | |
| Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah | |
| Sharp dressed for convicts (high maintenance) | |
| The blood is our stitch (old licks for sense) | |
| But lets get it together (Let's Roll) | |
| Before this ship sinks | |
| Or watch me decay | |
| You patroned my decay | |
| Yeh i'm the new Pompeii | |
| It aint funny how you don't see me anymore | |
| I'm a ghost, a desparate host, always lookin to the door | |
| And you wonder why i beat my head beat my head beat my delicacies Well | |
| What do you do for clarity | |
| Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah | |
| Sharp dressed for convicts (high maitenance) | |
| The blood is our stitch (old licks for sense) | |
| But lets get it together (Let's Roll) | |
| Before this ship sinks | |
| Or watch me decay | |
| (Did you ever think we were a team) | |
| You patroned my decay | |
| (Did you ever think we were together?) | |
| Yeh i'm the new Pompeii | |
| I'm the new Pompeii... | |
| I saw ya |