As I'm pulled under the tides of this fast paced world I refuse to see Time will always be the thing that kills me truly Open these eyes waking from a dream feigning Absolution at the sight of your demise I know what I must do Swallow every blasphemy

He's the one Who likes all the pretty songs And he likes to sing along And he likes to shoot his gun But he knows not what it mean Knows not what it mean And I say yeah Sell the kids for food

I see these haters looking at me like I owe them something You looking bad I prolly throw you something I see you flexing with that money and I know you frontin' I caught cases never told 'em nothing Got all these chains and this change on me Niggas said

All these haters See you later All that I could do But you don't even feel me though I know you know I know you got that power So CG but a nigga stay real Though I'm fly I'm ill I'm running shit

Still kissing girls that I don't love Still stumbling out of these clubs Still, I'm just so hard to trust Don't know why I'm still a playboy (still) Still fucking but I wanna make love, I really want to Don't know why I'm still a playboy Don't know why

Livin', lovin', she's just a woman Come on, babe on the round about, ride on the merry-go-round We all know what your name is, so you better lay your money down With a purple umbrella and a fifty cent hat Missus cool rides out in her aged Cadillac

But sometimes I need a stiff drink Sipping from a high, full glass Let the world fade away But sometimes I need a long drag Yeah, I know it might sound bad She's a small-town, hard-working woman just trying to make a living Working three jobs, feeding

It's like I love this pain It's like I love this pain a little too much Love my heart all busted up Something 'bout her, we just don't work But I can't walk away She's no good for me I know that she's a wild flower She's got a restlessness A

Pop it bitch Pop pop pop One two and the bitch came All these hoes know my damn name Break a bitch heart pouring out the champagne Why you over there chilling with the little lames? You ain't know, you ain't know that my shit bang? Walk up on this bitch

I want your loving more and more I want your kisses that's for sure I die each time I hear the sound They're saying here he comes He's Cathy's clown You're Cathy's clown You know you've got to stand tall You know a man can't crawl