I'm sick with it Now where them ballers at, I'm looking for that big ticket Ten minutes from losing it, one day from locked up The way I'm living, sooner
it's the last time I make you cry Make my appeal like the condemned. Let's go away for the weekend Your life I will steal and descend with it into the
I picked you up then helped you to sleep And when I looked back I was parked there "waiting" What was I waiting for? I was waiting for you And as I watched
that no bully's gonna steal Put that dime left over with the others in a box To buy your grandpa a new Buck knife to replace the one you lost Steal your
the living salute the dead if youre gonna live drink like youre dead red wine for blood whiskey for fate kick up the dirt in tompkins square lift up your flask for
for one more day When the weekend fades away I will love you just the same...always I live my life just like an open book I've caught you stealing glances
I even had to tint my windows, cause they kept on trying to peep in I know they'd love to catch me smoking, and lock me up for the weekend [Trae] I guess
one DJ Twinz in the house for the nine-square My man Shaft, you don't know you better ask Outro: That bomb Chocolate City coming to you live from the
pussy and soggy tits? I'm trying to get the shit over with, and go to sleep! But when I'm with my real freak on the weekend Bet that baby we fuck for
's a pig trying to diss me I popped in the rip of my indo Every 20 seconds i be smoking another bowl Investigating joints for traps Checkin my herb for
hum to my song Singing like they were for her, but they were for the blur No longer, but we working, premature, immature She's unsure, I'm for sure,
see you laughing in the purple rain. And I know, I know, I know times are changing, yah. It's time we all reach out for something new, for me, for
to the living salute the dead if youre gonna live drink like youre dead red wine for blood whiskey for fate kick up the dirt in tompkins square lift up your flask for
public eye for a reason You're a commodity Rip. Ain't that how you wanna keep it? I keep your whereabouts secret I bring bitches to the crib every weekend