Slippin' and a slidin', peepin' and a hidin', been told long time ago, Oh, big conniver, nothing but a jiver, done got hip to your jive, Slippin' and a slidin', peepin' and a hidin', won't be your fool no more. Oh Malinda, she's a solid sender, you know

I'm leaving Los Feliz Day after tomorrow I'm over the scenesters I'm on the guest list down at Paul's Baby Grand That hipster doorman he don't know who I am But my studied aloofness is proof I belong so I pass Some girls are pieced like Krylon bombs on

It be a buck-fifty, your chance of runnin is infinte Slugs that leave n****s drugged like a chick slip the Mickey I'm so on the low it'd take a Navy SEAL to get me, when I surface If not chips to Benz is the purpose On your team I'll pull the curtain, a

Whippin' Excursion I've gotta pick up that person In the trap house, whipping that work and You're not a gangster, you're just an internet version Whippin' that wurzel You know me, I've got the littlest circle Mrs in the crib, you know I'm keeping that

Zoo Lion sobers up and starts to scream and shout A little dose of home-fire got him all smoothed out The Golden Rim Motor Inn Soft water and a color TV So consumed with the shape I'm in Can't enjoy the luxury Melancholy wine-soaked tenderness She hated

Don't cry, little Robin-Marie Goodbye, little Robin-Marie Don't try following me 'Cause you know I'm coming home soon My ships' leaving on a three-year tour The next tide will take us from shore Windlaced, gather in sail and spray On a search for the

River of no return You'll never get my mind right Like two ships passing in the night Want the same thing where we lay A different way from where I'm going Oh, its you again listen this isn't a reunion So sorry if I turn my head Yours is a familiar face

It's really going down in the goddamn south I 3-up, 100 to the end Wasted, undone How could you judge? I’m wasted right now Wasted undone Wasted right now Take a sip, drowning in this shit Choppers on my hip I hold my head

Shoot us a spot, run from the cops, fuck on a thot Go rob the spot, go buy a watch Young nigga shit, we all we got (4 Hunnid) Buy a drop, whip it then rock, stash the dope White in my sock, I hope my ex get hit by a car Fuck that bish, yeah I'ma burn

I'm so relaxed, little wistful perhaps I don't understand, I just live and do "Congratulations" you said, "you're allowed" I think I'm all-feel today, you think, "You think, you stink" Ten exits away, you just said, "oh, wow" Just go and see the thousand