You know that bitch baby He's talking shit about our clique But he don't crazy You see the writing on my dick You know that trick, Tracy Yeah, she's making me sick Living that life We used to do the same shit Shit gets drastic

Give me somethin' to ride to And forget about life to The kind you wanna get high to Lay back in the night to Yeah used to be dance songs Slow jams and romance songs But now that she's gone and the radio's on Yeah I just want one that don't sing about

Plus that paper chasin', it done turn me to a savage Groupies in the lobby they just tryna get established God, I've been guilty, fornicatin' from my status Feel his blessings wash away my sins I'm sanctified and, I have been born again Now I proclaim,

Any minute the 5 o'clock crowd will be coming Taps'll be flowing with beer The cigarette smoke is soon to be risin' And at 5:30 Clancy gets here She knows all their faces, she's practically And that why they're loyal and true They'll pay their tabs, and

And I got no time, no time I just want my money right Mama told me that she's proud of me Told her, "Mummy, you can count on me" Models say they like the style on me I got a lot on my mind (Mind) Fuck with my slime and get slimed (Slimed) Baguettes,

To let herself get used and so that's why So she got drunk last night Drunk enough to call That number in her phone that she would never call Without the alcohol But she needed an excuse She was flagging down the waiter She was feeling 'bout as faded as

Ooh, she may be weary And young girls, they do get wearied Wearing that same old shaggy dress, yeah But when she gets weary Try a little tenderness, yeah, yeah You know she's waiting Just anticipating The thing that she'll never, never, never, never

When her song's on the radio A little crazy with a blue jean tear My baby's hands in the air don't have a care Gets a RayBan's stare just about everywhere we go. Jesus and gypsy soul Yeah, that's how she rocks, that's how she rolls. 'Cause she likes to

I'm going to Brownsville, take that right hand road The girl I'm loving she's got great long curly hair Well, I'm going to Brownsville, take that right hand road And I ain't gonna stop walking till I get in sweet mama's door And her mama and her papa

Comin' down that railroad track And get some sand in my shoes She's the fastest train on the line Look a-yonder comin' Hey, look a-yonder comin' It's the Orange Blossom Special Bringin' my baby back Well, I'm going down to Florida Or maybe Californy