• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• This Ain't California - Nullset
• Smokewood - Nullset
• Kingpin - Nullset
• H Bone - Nullset

Stop feelin' sorry for yourself you got your health i'll call the wealth.
So what you fell, scrapes your knee.
I can't believe you got the nerve to deserve me.
Well i'm busy can't you see, take a peek.
Now please leave me alone when i'm on the phone of god.
The caller ID alerts they bring the bomb squad.
Bad kids have the licks, when it fits, the time flys.
Mystical your hits open eyes don't look suprised. (playa)
Well indisguise.
Livin it alot when you're done go screw your head on.
Did you get your cross.
I look, one taste is all it took.
Put back that piece you took.
Reapin' the benefits, sold the seats you label this.
Hope be keep on your feet come back in like a nemesis.
Look he's on your back attack steppin' daily.
And suckers walk away everyday, they're born lazy.
Save me from the songs of remorse while you're brainless.
Reality is challenging for you spit out the weakness.
Well i guess i could've warned ya this ain't California.
There's more than met your eye you disguise.
It's so poetic but pathetic.
Self
Self
Pathetic
Pathetic, symphatic
Livin it alot when you're done go screw your head on.
Did you get your cross.
I look, one taste is all it took.
Put back that piece you took.
Livin it alot when you're done go screw your head on.
Can't afford the ride howcome you wanna get on.
It's not free, it's not free.
Put back that piece you took.
Take it cause you look in their bag of tricks,
at the one they call co-real.
Little did you know that you are playin' in my ballfield
Sugar, well i guess i could've warned ya this ain't California
(butta getta letta wooba) if you let it.
Your pathetic self.
pathetic self.
So pathetic, symphatic.
Livin it alot when you're done go screw your head on.
Did you get your cross.
I look, one taste is all it took.
Livin it alot when you're done go screw your head on.
Can't afford the ride howcome you wanna get on.
It's not free, it's not free.
Put back that piece you took.
Well i guess i should of warned ya.
This aint California
So i guess i could've warned of ya.
This aint California.
Flat pay attention co-real.
Little did you know that you are playin' in my ballfield.
Sugar, well i guess i could've warned ya this ain't California.
(butta getta letta wooba) if you let it.

Hey miss soon to be best-case scenario for me
Petting zoo changed to living room swept up shark bait at your feet
Prosthetic violins sing bigger chords struck bulletin boards with your
Thicker thong, bong to me to Cheech, to Chong with your temporary pole position gone
Sing along became a by-gone Mctwist indecision up over the rims of my goalie
She’s pasty white with a torch of course it like rubber marks
Alarm’s twist with a turn from a kindergarten fork over my animal
Ants running swiftly past your knee, remix selling fast food liberty
I try not to be, so complicated - like you created.
If I listen to you to tell me what to do
I’m a fool to myself never learn on my own
If I listen to you to tell me what to do
I become someone else always ask for your help
Looks like Mr. Know-it-all to well can’t tell did he steal the show
From white buffalos through virgin snow fell into Elephant guns
Maids amazed with some lateral airmail look like ma bell fell
Can’t get up stuck in automated hell, oh well, at home in the witness protection
Slow jam, a covered bridge in the fridge like a residual swansong
Swimming through an oil slick up another prizefight I might act like mike and bite
With Scorpions I drift without a coat again, desert storm getting warm but without trim
Warning penalty box. Warning penalty shots, through the cardboard media
I try not to be, so complicated - like you created
If I listen to you to tell me what to do
I'm a fool to myself never learn on my own
If I listen to you to tell me what to do
I become someone else always ask for your help
I try not to be so complicated - like you created
I try not to be so complicated - I know you hate it
If I listen to you to tell me what to do
I'm a fool to myself never learn on my own
If I listen to you to tell me what to do
I become someone else always ask for your help
I try not to be so complicated
I try not to be so who you created

Don't step to the plate
if you feel you've got to hesitate
lame reason why you complain
about your state from the start
it broke my heart
I'd put it back together
but I'm missing all the parts
and one piece you need
but more important-ly
you open up your eyes to see
you overcome adversity
Think begin to win
you gotta pry the mind open
I am the kingpin
The subjects lifted
I must be gifted
the same closed mind, you're confined
it's what you're trapped in
I think it's safe to say
you could forget about your lack
of confidence just for a day or a minute
Got time to give it a try, you'll find
it might just be exactly what you needed
Think begin to win
before you gotta pry your mind open
I am the kingpin
Swing for the fences
your confidence is finally climbing
its way back to your senses
complete uncertainty has left the building
before Elvis
while he was asleep now you are living
no longer giving
your head an enema
discovered what you had been missing
it is belief you found within
now that your mind is wide open
I am the kingpin
Swing batter swing
strike one and a miss
another pitch
swing, strike two, where were you
will I ever get a hit
can I get another pitch
for my drummer
will I ever get to see first base

Another rubberneck witness enters the scene unsolicited,
well indisguise as a narrow-minded hypocrite.
But it's okay, set the stage.
A bigger show, but i can see through this phase.
The pawns that you play, think you have credibility.
The live show, exposes your ability,
to look real fly but i think you missed your plane.
(Your CD, it comes with a free gold chain)
And it's around your neck, but what the heck,
cause they bought it.
And who cares, you got your money in your pocket.
Then the song remains the same, it never changes.
The one hit wonders why, he's off the playlist.
Following you never laid. Do you want my sympathy?
Crawling to the one i praise. Lack gravity.
Pop goes the wheasel goes pop,
until they play you on the radio.
Squeeze me to the very last drop.
Well i'm your--
Don't be mad at me.
I'm on MTV, get my MP3.
Pop will the wheasel please stop?
Want some more, you whore?
It's just another business, in the end lookin' for duckets.
The DJ plays the single, you say "fuck it".
Splashin' your cash down, because it sounds fat,
the other ten tracks are whack, and you've been had.
(But the video is gonna go platinum, when the images that represent my album)
But there's not a thought that you bought that i will back.
Unless it means, i get more beans for my sack.
Following you never laid. Do you want my sympathy?
Crawling to the one i praise. Know your name. Lack gravity.
Pop goes the wheasel goes pop,
until they play me on the radio.
Squeeze me to the very last drop.
Like a whore--
Don't be mad at me.
while i'm on MTV, get my MP3.
Pop will the wheasel please stop?
Want some more, you whore?
(Okay sonny, i'll need you to sign right here, great, alright then, we're gonna take this song here and make you a one hit wonder, i mean you're gonna make a hit song, ready, take this part right here and move it, uhh, there okay great, now mix it in with some of that new shit, like uh, who's that band selling alot right now? Now get a haircut, try this on. When i say look mad, you just think of all the money you don't have. These things are gonna be great, just like i said)
Pop goes the wheasel goes pop,
until they play you on the radio.
Squeeze you to the very last drop.
Like a whore--
Don't be mad at me.
While i'm on MTV, get my MP3.
Pop all you wheasels please stop?