Between the sloe gin fizz and fast women I'm stuck in a place my Mama's King James calls sinning But it feels so good where I'm sitting I've shown up every night like the night before Watched the pretty women filing through the door I mix a drink, I tune

Put me inside The flan in the face Don't you dare Let me back I keep the wolf from the door But he calls me up Calls me on the phone Tells me all the ways that he's gonna mess me up Steal all my children if I don't pay the ransom

Paul, yo, um So I got your message, I wish you would answer the fuckin' phone No, I don't plan to reply to everybody who fuckin' says something fucked up about me But I will say this, I was reading some comments last night about, like What people are