Lights low, get lit Mouth closed, take dick Lace up, legs up Get drunk, clothes off Weed loud, twist up Throwback, look back Woosah, get that I ain't worried about no other bitch you got me Use them lips you know I love you, kiss my body

She's alone in the new pollution She's got cigarette on each arm She's got the lily-white cavity crazes She's got a carburetor tied to the moon Pink eyes looking to the food of the ages She's got a hand on a wheel of pain She can talk to the mangling

The master of insanity Your freedom is gone He's taken everything You ever had But if you're strong you'll survive You've got to hold on Open your eyes Look all around

And do some down south jukin' Well Billy Joe told me, said everything's lookin' fine He's got the place all secured, got the icebox full of wine He said hurry on over and don't be late He got three lovely ladies who just won't wait Do some down south

Sometimes I feel very sad I guess I just wasn't made for these times Each time things start to happen again I think I've got something good going for myself But what goes wrong I've been looking for a place to fit Where I can speak my mind I've been

She got that whole place glowing Way above the clouds in the sky singing I'm looking at an Angel And believe me when I say (glowing, glowing, glowing) And she's high in the sky singing Singing my song (yeah yeah), From dusk till dawn (yeah yeah)

She got rhythm, Got that rhythm,of the road She get crazy, Ah but ah,she just looking good. She ain't waiting til she gets older, Her feet are making tracks in the winter snow, She got a rainbow that touches her shoulder, She be headed where the thunder

She is a little of everything Mixed up, so tough in a beautiful way She's got the world at her fingertips And she makes beauty look effortless And I want everything she is She is whatever she wants to be She hails from Boston, she hates the sounds of

I'm just playing, but I'm saying Dreams of fucking one of these little rappers Barbie dreams R.I.P. to B.I.G Classic shit I'm looking for a nigga to give some babies A hand full of Weezy’s, a sprinkle of Dave East Man, I ain't got no type, like Jxmmi and

Oh Tokyo, Lived Shintaro Oh Tokyo, lived Shintaro Little koga ninjas tried to take him away But Shintaro he's not alone Got Koga ninjas of his own They help him in the fight Look out here come the samurai Gisha girls with silk and curls Giggle about this