The clock has ticked eleven and the place is clear Reality is kicking in and so is my beer I don't make excuses when it's all my fault If a heart is made of money he's cleaned out my vault I feel a little wounded and it isn't fair To sit inside a parlour

Golden years, gold whop whop whop Come get up my baby Don't let me hear you say life's taking you nowhere, angel There's my baby, lost that's all Once I'm begging you save her little soul I'll stick with you baby for a thousand years Nothing's gonna

Take yourself a friend Keep 'em till the end Whether woman or man It makes you feel so good Well, I'm looking at you And I'm wondering what you're gonna do Looks like you got no friends No one to stick with you till the end

Hush now, don't explain Don't explain Just say you'll remain Unless you're mad, don't explain My love, don't explain What is there to gain? Skip that lipstick You know that I love you And what loving does

It's full of all them little bones Nothing's dead down here Baby, eat this chicken slow Happy hour, happy hour is here It's just a little tired Little bones It gets so sticky down here Better butter your cue-finger up It's the start of another new year

Run 'em through your hair And we can get to rockin' There you are and baby, here I am But I need something to do with my hands So maybe I should stick 'em in your pockets And I need something to do with my hands I need something to do with my hands Well

I'm-a, I'm-a a diva I'm-a, I'm-a a diva (hey) Na, na, na, diva is a female version of a hustler Of a hustler Of a, of a hustler I'm-a, I'm-a This is a stick up, stick up I need them bags of that money I'm-a a diva (hey)

Well I don't really care what people say I don't really watch what dem waan to do Still I got to stick to my girls like glue And I mon nah play number two All I know the time it is gettin' dread Need a lot of trees up in my head Got a little damsel in my

You're just a fool Just a fool To believe you can change the world Don't listen to them when they say Or do you tell yourself Love is alive What'cha gonna do with the thirty six cents Sticky with coke on your floorboard When a woman on the street is

They know what is what But they don't know what is what What, what, what, what, what, what They just strut So keep calm, honey, I'ma stick around For more than a minute, get used to it Funny my name keeps comin' out your mouth 'Cause I stay winning Lay