I keep the 40 cal on my side Steppin with the mindstate of a mobster See a nigga pass by Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya Got glocks for sale, red dots for sale Anything that you need, believe me, I'm gon lace you Just don't whatever you do,

Oh yeah, woo hoo Back and forth between the desert and the sea Who I was and I will always be Too bad, woo hoo So sad, woo hoo Got something trapped inside Take me out of this state I'm in Go somewhere I've never been Still alive, where's that paradise?

White Ferrari Bad luck to talk on these rides Mind on the road Your dilated eyes watch the clouds float Had a good time 16: how was I supposed to know anything? I let you out at Central I didn't care to state the plain Kept my mouth closed

I went down to the station I leaned against the door She rides on eastern You on the train You know I know the Empire State Any time I hear her blow Then I ask the depot agent Let me ride, let me ride the blind Oh depot agent

Today is the first day of the rest of our lives Tomorrow is too late to pretend Everything's all right I'm not getting any younger as long as you don't get any older I'm not going to state that yesterday never was Bloodshot deadbeat and lack of sleep

Niggas are in a state of emergency The death side, mirror damage of where we are today The life side a vision of where we need to go So sign your death certificate Fuck all, y'all Lisa got him Alright, on three, one, two, three Come on brothers we gotta

And all the wine is all for me I'm in a state, I'm in a state Nothing can touch us, my love I'm put together beautifully Big wet bottle in my fist Big wet rose in my teeth I'm a perfect piece of ass Like every Californian So tall I take over the street

California, rest in peace Simultaneous release California, show your teeth She's my priestess I'm your priest Yeah, yeah, yeah Getting born in the state of Mississippi Her papa was a copper, and her mama was a hippy In Alabama she will swing a hammer

And I never (never) saw you coming And I'll never (never) be the same This is a state of grace This is the worthwhile fight Love is a ruthless game Unless you play it good and right I'm walking fast through the traffic lights Busy streets and busy lives

And I'm staring down the barrel of a 45 Swimming through the ashes of another life No real reason to accept the way things have changed Staring down the barrel of a 45 What ever happened to the young man's heart? Swallowed by pain, as he slowly fell