I was the last child, just a punk in the street Home sweet home Take me back to a south Tallahassee Down cross the bridge to my sweet sassafrassy Can't stand up on my feet in the city Got to get back to the real nitty-gritty Yes sir, no sir Don't come

Ayo blast that shit, Max Blast that shit back if you blastin' I've been kicked when I was down None of that shit matter now Everything will be okay Man, just stay up out my way Skit around ends with the bros and I'm kitted to the toes If I touch studio

Everything right I got at least 200 hoes Fresh to death, and I leave my current in a doze Up and down you ain't receive nothin' 'bout this dough And these hundreds ain't goin' nowhere like a moat All these niggas Everything right, you back in Givenchy I

And I ain't got time for nothin' else Anything but my baby I just don't have the time Listen to me people I ain't got time to think about Money Or what it can buy And I ain't got time to sit down and wonder What make the birdies fly And I don't have time

At that hangout my daddy used to hang around We watched it all go up in smoke until it all came down Just like after tabs and stooge and tables got turned To the only joint my momma ever burned The only joint my mother burned was on the rural route She

Raining, all over the world There's gonna be a showdown And it's raining, all over the world Tonight, the longest night Raining, raining She cried to the Southern wind About a love that was sure to end Every dream in her heart was gone Heading for a

See me falling, yeah down and lonely Are the angles on their way, I'm in the dirt Hear me screaming, see me bleeding 'Cause the days no more the same without you Feel the sadness burning in my heart You left to early father love So many things I should

Suddenly you're climbing all up next to me, next to me I ain't no fool, you rascal you Everywhere we go you keep looking around Fixing your make up like it's about to go down And he walks in, it all makes sense You just want your ex to see, ex to see I

On the blessed hellride Oh, you can never get too low when you're so damn high Oh, been out rolling, on the blessed hellride You can never get too low when you're so damn high, Break me down and roll me once again Got no time to think of now and then

Bring a nickel; tap your feet. Willy and the Poorboys are playin' Down on the corner, out in the street Down on the corner, out in the street, Early in the evenin' just about supper time, Over by the courthouse they're starting to unwind. Four kids on