I would have run all the lights I was misunderstood Damn, misunderstood I should have drove all night, I stumbled like my words, Did the best I could I stumbled like my words, did the best I could Should I? Could I? Have said the wrong things right a

I'd rather be ya N-I-G-G-A So we can get drunk and smoke weed all day It don't matter if you lonely baby, you need a Thug in your life Cause busters ain't lovin' you right What's happenin' Not motherfuckin' double are, Richie Rich What's happenin' baby,

And make you want to run away But as we grow older Things can go bad Because people are lonely Fade, fade, fade The horizon has been defeated By the pirates of the new age Alien casinos

Drugs in the trunk man, call me the front man Too much Cris' in the club not to get drunk Too many bitches in the world not to fuck Too much chronic in the studio not to roll it up And too much bass in the trunk, so let it bump You look like you mad as

Don't know what it is that I gotta do But something that do I'd get another drink if I wanted to I would get another girl But I can't get, I can't get, I can't get you I can't get, I can't get, I can't get you I get bored, I get drunk I get drunk, I get

Run away, run away, I'll attack Run away, run away, go chase yourself Run away, run away, now I'll attack Run away, I'll attack, I will attack I'll attack, I'll a, whoa! I promise you (promise you) I promise you I won't suffer, be broken, get tired, or

Met myself a comin' county welfare line. I was feelin' strung out, hung out on the line. Saw myself a goin', down to war in June. All I want, all I want is to write myself a tune. Wrote a song for everyone, Wrote a song for truth. Wrote a song For

Like desperados waitin' for a train I'd play the Red River Valley And he'd sit out in the kitchen and cry And run his fingers through seventy years of livin' And wonder, "Lord, has ever' well I've drilled run dry?" We were friends, me and this old man

I might have to pull over, oh The influence of your love DUI, DUI, DUI, DUI I’m driving under I’m driving my pleasure I'm running every light I can’t concentrate on the road Losing all control All because I’m driving under

I got a problem, niggas out here tryna run with my style We moving, shaking, working now that money going pile My ex be so upset because I'm balling right now You kiss your bitch to work, I make her swallow my child You kiss your bitch 'fore work, I make