Hurricane

Well I was walking down... before I got into the station Hoping my private life is getting the slang translation Receiving these mixed messages now from a mixed messenger I was talking so loud that you know I don't even care But if you do, you guess you know what I'm about to say Straight outta nothing Into a hurricane And now we're back to nothing Some of the things don't seem the same Some of the things don't seem the same Some of the things don't seem the same I was trapped in the darkness of a subway train Hoping you shoot me down, before i talk myself insane Model I overdosed on you, on the monorail I was grabbing the wheel, because it must be an afro male Hi Now I don't really a little know if you believe me to let me be But if you do, you guess you know what I'm about to say Straight outta nothing Into a hurricane And now we're back to nothing Some of the things don't seem the same Some of the things don't seem the same Some of the things don't seem the same Aaaah Aaah Aaah Oh oh Oohh Straight outta nothing Into a hurricane And now we're back to nothing Some of the things don't seem the same Some of the things don't seem the same Some of the things don't seem the same