Hard times, everyone lies Love dies turning 27 In time, tumbling dice I might lean into the ending I'm a lot like your sister I'm a lot like your sister My first love to say my last rights Handcuffed in Panorama City Half dead in a double brass bed A cold sweat, isn't it a pity I'm a lot like your sister I'm a lot like your sister Everyone I've tied up The've been tied up way too long Every time I'm tied up I get tied up way too long Hard times, keep your head right Cops fire & everyone's forgiven A short trip from Harlem slit wrists Watch you all night sweating out your demons I'm a lot like your sister I'm a lot like your sister I'm alone like your sister