Word

You come around, with your pretentious crap
 You ask me what books I read, man you should be slapped
 It must be oh so hard to always be correct
 But I was wondering have you been yourself yet
 You hang around, long after everyone
 You tell me you're lonely now, girl you should go home
 It must be oh so hard to have to live your life
 But I was questioning the source of all your strife
 Sin on be the one they sin against
 No one here thinks you're innocent
 You know God he's not even listening
 To a word... to a word
 You come around, with your pretentious crap
 You ask me what books I read, man you should be slapped
 Sin on be the one they sin against
 No one here thinks you're innocent
 You know God he's not even listening