Sour (feat. Drew Dijorio)

All the press, what a mess
 It went sour
 Found a cheat nothing more
 Than a coward
 Lock him up, lock him up
 They yelled louder
 The blind will lead the blind right off the
 I don't wanna make amends
 I don't wanna to be your friend
 I just want to burn it down
 Burn it down!
 Speak out or be part of the problem
 Stand up, got the numbers to stop them
 What's the value of truth does it come with a price?
 So I suggest that we all burn it down!
 Stash the cash rob the purse
 Hide it under
 Bucket seats in the car
 Of your mother's
 Big shot, big shot
 They called your brother
 He came to bail you out but crashed into the side of the
 I don't wanna bring you love
 I don't wanna kiss and hug
 I just wanna let you down
 Burn it down!
 Speak out or be part of the problem
 Stand up, got the numbers to stop them
 What's the value of truth does it come with a price?
 And I've been trying to get it right
 Got off with some minor offenses
 A quick death never heard a confession
 How much guilt do you feel? Does it cut like a knife?
 So I suggest that we all burn it
 You're pitiful
 You're cynical
 From high on top your pedestal
 And if I had my way, I swear I'd spit at you
 You're out of luck, without a buck
 Guess you weren't rich enough
 The papers say you'll rot away
 You ungrateful fuck
 Burn it down!