Strangers

His window's already passed, so he's shooting at the glass

Keeping guns in his locker, and he denies it

Like it's actually important, but he lied 'cause I sure did watch him

Showing up wearing black, and he knows that

His daddy's on death row, but he'll say it with his chest, though

His friends move dope, he hasn't tried coke

But he's always had a problem saying no

His older brother bagged the valedictorian

His mother, steady, screaming he should be more like him

Can you read my mind? I've been watching you

Couldn't fight to save your life, but you look so cool

Camo' jacket, robbing corner stores

Hard odds to beat when you're on all fours

Good men die too, oh, I'd rather be with you, you, you

I owe you a black eye and two kisses

Tell me when you wanna come and get 'em

I only want him if he says it first to me

I wanna, uh, him in the back of his mom's Mercury

He looks like he works with his hands, and smells like Marlboro Reds

It makes me so, uh, and I can't get enough of it

Something's been feeling weird lately

There's just something about you, baby

Maybe I'll just be crazy

And piss him off 'til he hates me

Yeah right, he fucking loves me

Low slung bad bitch, baby, come and get you some

Can you read my mind? I've been watching you

Couldn't fight to save your life, but you look so cool

Camo' jacket, robbing corner stores

Hard odds to beat when you're on all fours

Good men die too, oh I'd rather be with you, you, you

Oh, I'd rather be with you, oh

Oh, I'd rather be with you, oh

Good men die too, oh I'd rather be with you, you