I admit it, what's to sayI'll relive it, without painBackstreet lover on the sideOf the roadI got a bomb in my temple that is gonna explodeI got a .16 gauge buried under my clothes, I playOnce upon a time I could control myselfOnce upon a time I could lose myselfOh try and mimic, what's insaneI am in it, where do I stand?Indian summer I hate the heatI got a backstreet lover on the passenger seatI got my hand in my pocket so determined discreet, I pray.Once upon a time I could control myselfOnce upon a time I could lose myselfOnce upon a time I could control myselfOnce upon a time I could lose myselfOnce upon a time I could love myselfOnce upon a time I could love youOnceOnceOnceOnceOnceOnceYeah yeah yeah yeah