But I'm still waiting, yeah, and I'm still waiting And if my hand could block the sun, Would we ever wake up? And if I turned back all these clocks, Would that be time enough? On clearer days I can see the lights from my bedroom door, On windy nights I

Bitch, I'm doing digits, all business, big business See me on the block? Mhmm, bitches still business See my dick off in her mouth? Yep, bitches still business Ye said, "Kill em all" God the only witness I'm set, sunset Put it down for the team that I

Baby you fix me I'd be crazy baby, lost forever Blowin' around in stormy weather Like a bunch of dead leaves I'd be a boarded up house on a dead end street Old Chevy on blocks, leakin' gasoline Oh it ain't hard to see Broke down is where I'd be

And I'm living on memories of you Can't eat when I'm hungry My days are as dark as my nights And I see no sunshine in sight Your memory keeps blocking my view Can't sleep when I'm tired And all of these tears Can't put out this fire Your memory just

I just don't give a fuck! So when you see me on your block with two glocks Screamin', "Fuck the world," like 2pac Talkin' that shit behind my back, dirty mackin' Tellin' your boys that I'm on crack So put my tape back on the rack Go run and tell your

At night I walk this stinkin' street past the crazies on my block And I see the same old faces and I hear that same old talk And I'm searching for the latest thing, a break in this routine I'm talkin' some new kicks, ones like you ain't never seen This