Two pills and a half, wait nigga, fuck that Eight doobies to the face Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa You can have all my shine I'll give you the light Fuck that, eight doobies to the face Fuck that. twelve bottles in the case nigga, fuck that

At the house Got a yellow backdoor porch party light Got a speaker in the window playing Barry White You and me out here swaying, star-gazing Gonna bring it back in, break the candles out Get the mood turned on and the lights out Lose a little something

Just before you go, tell us how the heavens flow Weightless evermore, as you walk beyond that door Shine forever true As the embers rose through the Roman sky Tell me were you calm when they took your life? Shared with us the world well before your time

New York, New York Broken glass in the hallway, bloodstained floors Neighbors, look at every bag you bring through your doors Lock the top lock, momma shoulda cuffed me to the radiator Why not? It might've saved later from my block N.Y. cops, hookers

Days filled with joy and days filled with sorrow I don't know just what to do Am I happy today, am I lonely tomorrow Everything depends on you I've been waiting for the angels to knock on my door I've been hopin' that everything could be like before Open

As long as you're in it Wherever we go, whatever we do As good as it gets, gets better with you As long as you're in it, girl So baby let's ride There ain't nothing missing in this life I'm living It's just an old '88 four door, banged out floorboard A

All cause I need your love All cause I need All that I need your love Brown skin (brown skin) honey (honey, oh) Oh, so sweet You do things that's only for the camera (camera, camera) Oh, oh, girl I'm in hell, now, now Flights in the mornin' Just keep

A relapse of my body Sends my mind into multiple seizures Psychologically a new human being One that has never been Cursed by the shamen his voodoo spell has my soul I can't control my own thought

I gotta get better, gotta get better Gotta get better, gotta get better Meet me in the hallway Just let me know I'll be at the door, at the door Hoping you'll come around Just let me know I'll be on the floor, on the floor Maybe we'll work it out And

I don't know why you don't take me downtown anymore Talk it up and give me the go round round like a good time tease I'm only counting on your cancellation When I should be counting on you at my door Did you forget about how we went around Well, all the