Far fast

I wanna use my body for evil things
coke head chick, no wedding rings
dirt nasty bed but versace dreams
confusing times, nothing what it seems

They say cleanliness is close to godliness
will somebody tell me where the goddamn vacuum is
You and your old lady in the bedroom arguin
You might say butter, she's parlayin margarine
I can't believe it's not how it was as kids
When we worried about gameboys and playstations
Made sure to grab light-up kicks and break em in
Got the heelys for a steal at the mall with your friends
Nearly broke your ass racing them
Tell me why we always gotta find a painful end