But just put those colors on, girl Come and paint the world with me tonight Come and play along with me tonight Trust me, I know life is scary You gotta learn to let go, put the past behind you Trust me, I know, the ghosts will try to find you I used to

Nobody cares for me Nobody (nobody) There's nobody (nobody) I ain't got nobody I'm just a gigolo and everywhere I go People know the part I'm playing Paid for every dance, selling each romance What will they say about me? When the end comes, I know

Can you please bring my bottles to my booth? (Where my bottles?) Me, I know just what to do to get 'em loose I pull up and my car ain't got no roof (Fuck with me) All these bitches say that I'm the truth (Fuck with me) I know just what to do to get 'em

'Cause ain't nobody takin' my baby I don't care about an argument I'll still be here tomorrow I gotta room up in the city, we can play finish the bottle I'll pour you up, we'll work on us I wanna be clear, I'm stayin' right here Your heart weighs a ton

I think it's time for me to move along, I do believe Now you're talkin' jive, woman, when you say to me That your daddy's gonna take us in, baby, take care of me Got bells in your mind, mama, and it's easy to see Now I'll tell you plainly, baby, what a

Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, They gave him ten for two Gotta, gotta, gotta set him free In the stir for breathing air What else can the judges do? It ain't fair, John Sinclair Won't you care for John Sinclair? Let him be, set him free Let him be like you

And I said, well I got a car, she said, there's something At least it's a start, I said, it's better than nothing I ain't in no hurry but I'm ready when you are And she said, where do you think all this is going I said, there ain't no way of knowing But

Raise up your cup, come on drink it up Keep the party sparking like the moon stuck We ain't going nowhere Naw we just crazy kids and we ain't got a care. Here's to riding on the high life, A little puff and a hell yeah high five The memories, the laughs,

I just got the fuck off a plane 6 car garage, I got more than 1 job Be a boss, go hard Wake up, smelling kush when I yawn Shorty wanna fuck with the king, tired of them pawns Ain't on the top? Well, that's nonsense Bank account full of G's, so that's all

They're waiting for the sun to go down You've got bones in your closet You've got ghosts in your town Ain't no doubt, dear, They're gonna come out You can't hide from your demons Feel them all lurking around You're runnin' scared cause You know they're