All we wanted was to make you dance   And all we asked you for was just the chance   To drain your blood and fill you up with gas   And leave you begging us to light the match      And just so you know,   So we're clear,   We're not friends,   I'm using you to get where I'm going and      Pray if you wanna,   there's no way out   And you can beg for your mamma,   but she's not listening      You're so hung up on authenticity   That you've convinced yourself you're from the streets   You'll have a hard time making them believe   You're any more common than common thieves      and that's why I said [pray...etc]      Shame,   this bottle's almost halfway gone,   and we have just begun,   to sing the chorus of our favorite songs   But we can't let that stop us