The conversation Waits impatiently For me to meet The grave The beach The breeze The blood The trees I speak And I Get blamed I get stuck with the sinners For the winter One of 'em linger long Smacking the face of god Watching me drip with fake tears, I Never had feeling much Never release the clutch When I'm in the double door Jaguar Blood on the leather seats So don't be testing me Catching an STD from One of my enemies I only think I be Feeling the stress when She pops in my head Like a pistol whipping In-between the bed sheets I get stuck with the sinners For the winter Strung along Strung along For the ride Put you back where you belong In the back of my mind The conversation Waits impatiently For me to meet The grave The beach The breeze The blood The trees I speak And I Get blamed I get stuck with the sinners