WRONG ONES

Peace, I need a little peace in my heart

You used to be my homie, be my homie

But now you're just a piece of my past

Why do we love the wrong ones

And trust the wrong ones

And fuck the wrong ones and–? (Yeah)

Why do we love the wrong ones

And trust the wrong ones

And fuck the wrong ones and–?

I believe that heaven is a place in the mind

Once I had a friend but I was wasting my time

Turns out he was a snake and a fake and a lie

And he tried to take my chick when I was away in the night (Sly)

I believe heaven is a place in the mind

I need a big fat zoobie and some space to unwind

Today my best friend went and left a hole in my side

And I'm all alone when I go home in the night

Peace, I need a little peace in my heart

You used to be my homie, be my homie

But now you're just a piece of my past

Why do we love the wrong ones

And trust the wrong ones

And fuck the wrong ones and–? (Yeah)

Why do we love the wrong ones

And trust the wrong ones

And fuck the wrong ones and–?

Why do we love the wrong ones

And trust the wrong ones

And fuck the wrong ones and–? (Yeah)

(Real shit)

Why do we love the wrong ones

And trust the wrong ones

And fuck the wrong ones and–?

First of all, thanks for sticking around

And for always being down when no one else was 'round

Before I had a penny to my name, yeah, not even a pound

We was sleeping on a mattress on the ground

And Alf was still around

And I was active, moving packets of the loud

We'd go Tesco and grab food for the whole week for thirty pound

Baby, you deserve a crown for how

You taught me that the streets will always go and let me down

And then they kicked us out

We spent a couple weeks sleeping on my sister's couch

I did a couple shows for a couple hundred pound

And then you found a job because my sister helped us out

And then we got a house

But now Alf is in the ground

And the mattress ain't a mattress, it's a crown

And it's shitty and it's plastic, you don't want it

I don't miss you, but I miss you, and I wish you was around

'Cause you were always there to hold me when I'm down, you know

Peace, I need a little peace in my heart

You used to be my homie, be my homie

But now you're just a piece of my past

Why do we love the wrong ones

And trust the wrong ones

And fuck the wrong ones and–? (Yeah)

Why do we love the wrong ones

And trust the wrong ones

And fuck the wrong ones and love the wrong–?

Why do we love the wrong ones

And trust the wrong ones

And fuck the wrong ones and–? (Yeah)

Why do we love the wrong ones

And trust the wrong ones

And fuck the wrong ones

And love the wrong ones and–?

Love the wrong ones

And trust the wrong ones

And fuck the wrong ones

And trust the wrong ones

And love the wrong ones

And fuck the wrong ones

And love the wrong ones

And love the wrong ones

And love the wrong ones