More songs by Jean Dawson
Description
Mastering Engineer: Dale Becker
Assistant Mastering Engineer: Adam Burt
Assistant Mastering Engineer: Katie Harvey
Assistant Mastering Engineer: Noah McCorkle
Mixing Engineer: Nathan Phillips
Producer: Jean Dawson
Producer: Hoskins
Producer: Wyatt Bernard
Producer: Lecx Stacy
Producer: Dave Bayley
Producer: James Kirk
Composer Lyricist: Jean Dawson
Lyrics and translation
Original
Ooh, yeah
They say looks could kill ya
And I say, ooh, yeah
Don't you look familiar?
And Mona Lisa don't cry for me no more
I swear my face turned to stone
My lips burned, tongue turned to coal
Yeah, you stay locked on my throat
And Mona Lisa don't smile for me no more
I can't stay stuck in this pose
I can't take drugs on my own
I can't lie and sing along, you don't know this song
Ooh, yeah
They say love can kill ya
And I say, ooh, yeah
Do I look familiar?
You could play blind and I can act deaf
Take it in stride, no, take not a breath (ay)
You could waste time and I could waste less
You could change live and still look a mess (ay, hey, ow)
You can blow kisses right in my fiction
All of my friends is into white Benzes
All of my skin descend on white women
Pop me a pill and sing "Bad Religion" (ay, hey, hey)
Bad news comes around my black skin
Bad news comes out the ghetto
Bad news, it would appear I'm him
Bad news, I'm your description, baby, yeah
I left home without a penny to my name
I traveled north, pawnin' off wedding rings
I found my soul on new pavement, baby
I ain't never been afraid of anything
Bad news comes around my black skin
Bad news comes out the ghetto
Bad news, it would appear I'm him
Bad news, I'm your description, baby