It's a mystery to me The game commences For the usual fee Plus expenses Confidential information It's in a diary This is my investigation It's not a public inquiry I go checking out the report

It's a mystery to me The game commences For the usual fee Plus expenses Confidential information It's in a diary This is my investigation It's not a public inquiry I go checking out the report

I only take up a little of the collapsing space I better cut this off Don’t wanna fuck it up Oh, I better walk it back, walk it back Walk it back, walk it back I’m always checking out Forget it, nothing I change changes anything I won't let in I won't

Oh, what a feeling When we're dancing on the ceiling Man what in the world is happening down At the end of the hall? I don't have a clue? Let's check this thing out! What is happening here Something's going on that's not quite clear Somebody turn on the

All this money got you in your feelings I just copped a coupe to cop the ceiling, oh yeah When you leave town, your bitch can't wait to see me You know everything about me, you wanna be me, oh yeah I blew a check, you know I bought a whip, you know I

Check this, check this, check this out Check, check, check this, check this out Check check check check this, check this out Check this out Check this out

Who why'all talkin to man? Check it out, check it out This here goes out To all the niggaz that be fuckin mad bitches In other niggaz cribs Thinkin shit is sweet Nigga creep up on your ass, hahaha Live niggaz respect it, check it

Uh, uh, uh, uh-oh Let's be alone together But do you got room for one more troubled soul And I said, I'll check in tomorrow if I don't wake up dead This is the road to ruin and we're starting at the end We could stay young forever Scream it from the top

Bitch niggas (bitch niggas) That's some good-ass weed Check it out Dawg, this game is a motherfuckin' trip man Word on the streets Everybody always tryin' to run up on me Hollerin' about word on the streets is this nigga said this Man I don't give a fuck

I'd like to walk you through a field of wildflowers And I'd like to check you for ticks 'Cause I'd like to see you out in the moonlight I'd like to kiss you way back in the sticks Every time you take a sip In this smoky atmosphere You press that bottle