Walking around at midnight Looking for my marking stone I was born an honest way One foot go the right way I feel like I'm itching Well I am an old man I've got nothing more to say Take me to higher ground I wondered on back home

(She looks like fun) She looks like fun (She looks like) One, two, three, four She looks like Smile like you've got a straw in something tropical I've got the party plugged right into my skull Wayne Manor, what a memorable N.Y.E Good morning

Ayy, I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star) Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas And they always be smokin' like a Rasta Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi And show up, man them the shottas When my homies pull

And it's alright, alright The woman I love laying in my bed I've got shoes under my feet Forever in her eyes staring back at me And it's alright by me And I've got all I need Cause I've got a roof over my head Alright, alright Yeah it's alright, alright

I'm a man, man, I ain't runnin? I'ma stand wit my gun in my hand I got plans and a place to be I gotta live to be one hundred and three You could get popped, it's a possibility up in my vicinity Poppin? off with that hostile energy, in a hospital

Why don't you please come home How many more times, treat me the way you wanna do I'll give you all I've got to give, rings, pearls, and all How many more times, barrel house all night long When I give you all my love, please, please be true I've got to

I put more rings in my fingers Walk in trap with my banger A mansion I don’t got no neighbors Pocket stuff got a check just to fuck it up Ran it up they been hatin’ I don’t give a fuck I got her white like a Topanga I got that white like Topanga My dick

Got my mojo working Got my mojo working, but it just won't work on you I'm going down to Louisiana to get me a mojo hand I got a gypsy woman giving me advice I wanna love you so bad till I don't know what to do I'm gonna have all you women right here at

The loveliness of Paris seems somehow sadly gray The glory that was Rome is of another day I've been terribly alone and forgotten in Manhattan I'm going home to my city by the Bay I left my heart in San Francisco High on a hill, it calls to me To be

When a man gives you his hat, he's livin' on borrowed time I got a bad habit slowly sinkin' in I got a bad habit now slowly sinkin' in Got me hearin' voices, seein' through my skin The shoe fits so I wore it but I left one lace untied Just a bad habit