Ain't funny how time Steals the feeling from a love affair And there's no place to lay the blame 'cos in any case, oh, no one cares Helplessly we just watched it fade away Neither will admit it Are we both aching to say. We, you, I miss the days when we

Ain't it funny You might even Catch the blues I've been willing to bet I ain't figured out yet Living in a world of pain I've been living in a world of pain Without you making the difference Oh I've been going insane

Can I get a witness? Ain't it funky now? Can I get some help? Build it up a little higher Can I scream, brother? Girl, let me tell you what you got to do Walk away and twist your hip, make sure you keep him weak

Shoppin' spree for fun, she dig Saint Laurent (uh) Alexander, Laurent (yah), private flight to Milan ('Lan) Ice VV's (ice, ice), ice VS1's (VS) Off-White Vlone 1's, foreigns parked on my lawn Them 40's come we jump, I like my bitches blonde Wockhardt

Don't go crying to your mama Ain't it fun Living in the real world So what are you gonna do Being all alone 'Cause you're on you're own, in the real world 'Cause you're on your own, in the real world When the world don't orbit around you Ain't it good

We keep it funky on the West Coast I got love for my people on the West Coast, yeah Ain't no party like a West Coast party 'Cause a West Coast party don't stop When we party on the West Coast (on the West Coast) Drinkin' and smokin' all night, all night

I just can’t leave love alone Ain’t it funny how love can make you fly Funny how love can make you feel Crush you like a ton of steel Fake you out, make you think it’s real Funny how love can make you feel, yeah Sweetest buzz and the highest high

Money, money, money In the rich man's world It's a rich man's world Must be funny Always sunny All the things I could do If I had a little money Ain't it sad

When we party on the West Coast (on the West Coast) Drinkin' and smokin' all night, all night long We keep it funky on the West Coast I got love for my people on the West Coast, yeah Ain't no party like a West Coast party 'Cause a West Coast party don't

I swear you'll stay to maintain the pain I put a bullet in my radio Something just hit me funny I don't know Just pulled the trigger going down the road You slammed the door and knocked me off the wire Been walking lines and you've been burning tires