Shit can happen Shit can happen (throw ya hands up!) Shit can happen (yeah, yeah) That's right motherfuckers we back Same slanging Orangutangin Wilding out on hoodrats that say I act like like I'm too famous

We're always fixing something that was never broken We're on and off again like sobriety Get back together every time you're done throwing a fit So when you gonna quit Breaking up with me You say it's over, with a middle finger But then you're calling

You're putting me on We're going to try it, you ever try it? I'm turning you on You're putting me on! Where did you get that stuff? Oh, Nikki's growing a patch out in the backyard Come on, you're putting me on Yeah, he's putting you on, he's a brat

Sleep don't visit, so I choke on sun And the days blur into one And the backs of my eyes hum with things I've never done Sheets are swaying from an old clothesline Like a row of captured ghosts over old dead grass Was never much but we made the most

You don't want to see these murder guys Princess cuts hurt ya eyes Got the chicks that work them thighs Pull the top back on the prowler Like the car ain't circumcised Burglarize hoes Leave ya eyes closed

If you only knew It's 4:03 and I can't sleep Without you next to me I Toss and turn like the sea If I drown tonight, bring me Back to life Breathe your breath in me The only thing that I still believe In is you, if you only knew

And I'll think about my life And wonder why, I'll slowly die inside Every time I turn that truck around, right at the Georgia line And I count the days and the miles back home to you on that Highway 20 ride I ride east every other Friday but if I had it

Tupac back, Tupac back There's all these bitches screaming that Tupac back All eyes on me, better Picture Me Rollin' Riding brand new rims, but them bitches is stolen Stranded on Death Row, Brenda having my baby But I'm stacking my paper, I need a brand

Don't you grow up on me Slow up homie Keep it OG sipping slowly Don’t you grow up on me Don't you show off on me Don't grow up on me Keep that backstroke in your Afro What I've learnt from the ocean Hard to dance and rejoice in the motion

Hanging out when it's past time to go Though everyone tried to ignore us We'd scared them all off by the chorus There you stood looking proud What was left of the crowd at our show And I was twenty-two backwoods years old You were singing that night by