Black Mamba Letra

Cause I'm sick and tired of waiting

Sick of this fucking apartment



Love me, or leave me, or rip me apart

This is the voice that I was given

And if you don't like it

Take a long walk off

Of the shortest pier you can find

And I'll be singing it out

I'll be singing



Oh Mr. Magazine

I never wrote one single thing for you

Or your so-called music scene

You don't mean a thing to me



Pick it up, pick it up

It's what you wanted

Pick it up, pick it up

You need it too

Pick it up, pick it up

It's what you wanted

Pick it up, pick it up



When they review the debut

What if the critics hate you?

Don't worry, cause we might just catch

Somebody off their feet



Well, they can love it, or leave it, or rip it apart

We're living what we're signing

So I guess that's a step in the right direction

Clever composition

And this honesty, honesty



Oh Mr. Magazine

I never wrote one single thing for you

Or your so-called music scene

You both mean shit to me



Pick it up, pick it up

It's what you wanted

Pick it up, pick it up

You need it too

Pick it up, pick it up

It's what you wanted

Pick it up, pick it up



So save your breath and the money you spent

Go work in retail and spare the suspense

Just don't take chances on anything at all

Anything at all



So afraid of anything

That may not come that easy

Too afraid of anything

You may have not seen before

So afraid of anything

That may not come that easy

Too afraid of anything that may not...



Pick it up, pick it up

It's what you wanted

Pick it up, pick it up

You need it too

Pick it up, pick it up

It's what you wanted

Pick it up, pick it up



So save your breath and the money you spent

Go work in retail and spare the suspense

Just don't take chances on anything at all

Anything at all