I wake up and roll some dank up with my niggas I got on the phone and caught up with some bitches I got dressed, I mixed the Tisa with Versace I smoked a joint and took a BR, now I'm irie I'm irie, I'm irie, I'm irie I'm irie, yeah, I'm irie When I'm in

Girl can we spend one more night Can we make up just to break up our lives It will be the last night that we spend let's not fight It'll be the last night that we spend let's not fight Two weeks ago I got a note addressed to me from you, babe You're

I undressed you with my eyes I have Maybe even raped you In a dark and eerie corner of my mind I tucked you there And touched you in a dream last night Pushed you aside when you entered My thoughts at the wrong time I have sat up upon your lap and

One-thousand years until the end of time we'll wait one- Thousand more dressed up in gold and white we'll climb The mountain sides to find whats in the sky we'll dig First I stand then I crawl I became all mankind as I drip From mine eyes I washed away

So up rolls a riot van And sparks excitement in the boys But the policemen look annoyed Perhaps these are ones they should avoid Got chased last night From men with truncheons dressed in hats We didn't do that much wrong Still ran away though for the

Hell on high heels Boys call ya Baby, the way ya walk it talk it Town calls ya Honey, it's how ya makin' money Bashful Betty, such a bondage brat Dressed in latex and coated in sewer rat A serpent's tongue calculating mind Gets top billing for her hip

You better watch out I remember it was late one night In the middle of a dream Woke up in a pool of sweat Thought I heard a scream Ran over to the window sill Stuck my head out for a peek Dressed in black was a man I didn't recognise

Hot, hot, hotter than hell You know she's gonna leave you well done She'll burn you like the midday sun She looked good She looked hotter than hell All dressed in satins and lace I looked at her and it was just too clear I had to get on the case I said

Ooh, summer's calling A beautiful summer's calling Ooh, summer's calling (I done had a really long winter) A beautiful summer is calling It's been a little cold And not outside Switch up the wardrobe Gotta be dressed for the ride Got hit with a winter

I'm a cold one down at the end of the day A little sundown buzz and more on the way I wash a week's worth of dust off my old truck While Bobby Earl runs home to get dressed up Here comes Clifford, gotta forty in a brown bag In his pointed toe boots and a