This time has gotta be our last time Here we are again going in this cheap place What if was seen by a friend and they recognize our face We both know that it's wrong we both should be at home I know that you want me just as much as I want you You've got

That's why New York's my home New York's my home, sweet home But it hasn't got There's a rumor going around That some of you good people Want to leave this town But you better consult me before you go 'Cause I've been in all these places

I be slidin' 'round with my firearm, I gotta keep a weapon I be ridin' 'round everywhere, I dare one of y'all lil' niggas to test me I keep on drivin' 'round, got me goin' through all these transgressions Shootin' niggas and foolin' 'round, won't let me

Too paid to freestyle. He's looking good Where's my coffee? Good morning doctor carter (hey sweetie) Looks like its going to be a long day. (another one what we got?) Your first patient (yeah) Is suffering from a lack of concept (uh-huh) Originality (ugh)

I keep telling myself I'm not the desperate type Sitting out dances on the wall Trying to forget everything that isn't you I'm not going home alone 'Cause I don't do too well on my own But you've got me looking in through blinds I'm sleeping my way out

Well I been dyin' Got to get that monkey off my back The fortune teller looked into my eyeballs The wrinkles on her face about to crack She said you best believe it, you ain't goin' nowhere Unless you get that monkey off your back Well, I made believe

Come on, come on, we've really got a good thing going Well come on, well come on, if you think we're gonna make it You better hang on to yourself Come on, come on Well she's a tongue twisting storm, she will come to the show tonight Praying to the light

And each day I learn just a little bit more I don't know why but I do know what for If we're all going somewhere let's get there soon Oh this song's got no title just words and a tune Tune me in to the wild side of life I'm an innocent young child sharp

Let's jet out, we'll cruise at hyperspeed I got the beat, I got the beat And that's all we need check it out! Moving out nine times the speed of sound Target Roger that scan I've got a contact and locked on Something's going on at the jack slinger

Yea baby, it hurts a bunch The girls got going and we had a munch I’ll never have a liquid lunch I promise on a dime, it’s the last time I just can’t apologize For what I did to myself My bed’s an ocean liner And I can’t call for help I promise on a dime