Burbank

[Verse 1]

I'm in the west coast, Burbank searching my soul

I got a message from your God tryna selling me some dope

It's in my head like a screen

That I'll be dragged in the post

I don't know why America you take the skin not the bone

And I guess you left home, and I was broken

And I loved you, but its over

So you can take the rest and keep your dreams up on the poster

Its the west coast, yeah it's the only place I go

Where I hang my head in shame and still win a golden globe

But, but

[Chorus]

Stop thinking that you know my name

It's in the papers, it's not the same

Stop thinking that you know my name

Stop, look it up

[Verse 2]

I'm on death row, same shit, different beliefs

I've got the eagle of pride tattooed on my sleeve

And it's the new dawn, police the peace on the streets

Yeah I've not felt a real touch since we get off to a screen

But, but

[Chorus]

Stop thinking that you know my name

It's in the papers, it's not the same

Stop thinking that you know my name

[Bridge]

I need to cry, I need to get drunk

I need to spend my money on junk

I need to get off, I need your skin

I need what everyone calls a sin

I said I need to be heard, I need to be loved

I need to up my prescription drugs

I need to be felt, I need to be touched

I need your so called grace from above

I said I need to die to live times ten

With you inserted in my head

I need your heaven, I need your hell

I need to buy that shit you sell

I said I need your Jesus, I need your Guru

I need to be told it's me and you-ou

I need your God, I need your girl

I need your creation, I need you, world

[Chorus]

Stop thinking that you know my name

It's in the papers, it's not the same

Stop thinking that you know my name

Stop, check out