Do I run, or lay down and die? Is it time to close my eyes? Everywhere I look these vultures burn the life right outta me Close the curtains, cash me in Gather photographs of the devil you let in Digging deep inside my soul I don't know where to turn

(It could be wrong, could be wrong) But it should've been right Let our hearts ignite Are we digging a hole? This is outta control It could never last Must erase it fast But it could've been right (It could be wrong, could be)

It's a mystery to me, the game commences For the usual fee, plus expenses Confidential information, it's a diary This is my investigation, it's not a public inquiry I go checking out the reports, digging up the dirt You get to meet all sorts in this line

Let me tell you it's always cool Car wash yeah You might not ever get rich But let me tell you it's better than digging a ditch There ain't no telling who you might meet A movie star or maybe even an Indian chief Working at the car wash Working at the

I wanna ride Up and down like a zipper Zipper, zipper, zipper And all the ladies say Got me fiending I’ma mark my territory Shawty I’m an animal, slowly digging in to you

I'm sick and tired of workin' I'll no more dig the praties As sure as me name is Carney I'll go off to California I'll no longer be a fool I'll be digging lumps of gold Where instead of diggin' praties And when I come back home again Goodbye, Muirshin

The hearts of men In the hearts of men What I tell you, nigga When I come out of jail, what was I gonna do I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas' chest, right Hey Quik, let me get them binoculars, nigga, the binoculars Yeah nigga, time to ride

A gypsy driftin' down the road I learned quick my eighteenth summer Diggin' ditches for the man You can't be a guitar strummer Cussin' that shovel in your hand Took my paycheck to a pawn shop Bought a silverstone guitar Wrote a song about a beer joint

Singing from the garden Only the beginning I'm only getting started I don't mind the digging Baby, I'll work harder Singing from the bottom When you saw me out your window I've been washing dishes

Freak magnet Straitjacket Pushin' back at you Call me the billionaire breaker, turn 'em into my bitch I'm the king of the freaks a' down here diggin' a ditch I'm at a weed cafe on a Netherlands street Riding a caffeine buzz and I'm starting to peak