Time's a wastin' now And I ain't got no more time to play Everything is changin' now Pretty soon it's all gone away Can we make the changes now You know there's no other way Now's the time, the time is now It's not the why, it's just the how Have you

Sometimes I don't know which way to go 'cause I'm walking on a high wire Have to pull it together Feel so washed up today Haven't really got much to say Blood on the pillow of my bed Explains the pain that's in my head Sometimes I can't tell, but it's

Can't see myself when I look in the mirror I get the skirt when I want (skrrt!) She got wife written all over Said that I was done for good and don't want no more lies But my phone be blowing up, temptations on my line I stare at the screen a while

The girls are talkin' Girls talkin' got ya all caught out there Why you thinkin' that it's all about ya Forget she told me everything about ya But the girls are talkin' Girls talk about the booty too About the way a brother is hangin' too When you didn't

She is beautiful She looks good And it's true The girl is beautiful The girl's too young It's all coming back I can feel it I ain't got nothing to lose (Nothing to lose) Na na na na na na na na

Get my Maybach washed at the studio I'm passing out xans to the groupie hoes I got five on a Lamb' like Coolio Multi-million, now I'm hanging with the shooters tho Yeah, bust downs, got a few of those Yeah, bitch stop calling my phone up, I'm in the

She was the gold rush By all means, she can get ahead of herself I'll already be there I'll already be there to meet her She's no traitor I've got no chaser (She doesn't love) Anything for herself But for me she goes way in, way in

I might as well get stoned Might as well get stoned Get it off my mind Ain't got a thing to do All I've got is time The bottle's all I've had to be a friend of mine And since my whiskey's gone Well, she said, she didn't love me And kicked me out the door

It's a French kiss, Italian ice Spanish moss in the moonlight Just another American Saturday night Although usually it washes up on our shores She's got Brazilian leather boots on the pedal of her German car Listen to the Beatles singin' 'Back in the

I ain't gon' lie I got money and the power Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah the famous life it'll eat you up alive It's a game and I put my feelings to the side Times up I check my watch every hour All of my diamonds they blind them I can't fuck her she a minor