Dre Faivre - All Work and No Play Makes Jack a Dull Boy lyrics

Your sweater won't keep you warm, With a heart so f**ing cold, Your body is too hollow, To accept the truth. We can't all sing glory, With their blood on our teeth. We've wasted our time, Counting limbs on the side of the street. "This is what happens when you f** a stranger in the a**!" We're the first to spit back, In their judgmental eyes, We're not afraid there will be no remorse, No remorse. For those with no respect Your lipstick may hide your lips, But it will never hide your lies. [Interlude] I put your heart and soul inside a body bag. I put your heart and soul inside a body bag. Too late to ask the who*e for a little more, 'Cuz I think hear God knocking on her casket door. I treated you, like royalty, And you gave me nothing, but You were no princess tonight You, f**ing s*ut. So bow the f** down, Bow down to your, superior Bow down to your, superior You're inferior, superior Bow down to your, superior No, remorse For those with no respect Oh, baby, Oh baby, you must have a package, To deliver, 'cuz I, Dont know who, The f**, You are.