Blunt in my left left hand, drink in my right Strap by my waistline, cause niggas don't fight Sucker free for life, so you better think twice I'm the type of nigga playa-haters don't like Snatchin' up your honey for some late night hype And snobby-ass bitches

Your sudden death from above While alone and left left abandoned With the sentence you've been handed All your angels will ignore you As your life flashes before you Even still you keep on fighting Through the thunder and the lightning And now Heaven sends

And somehow you left left me neglected We've found our life's been changed We've lost it all The love is gone And we had magic And this is tragic You couldn't keep your hands to yourself I feel like our world's been infected, And though we tried

You can touch me with slow hands If my body had a say, I wouldn't turn away Touch, make love, taste you If my body told the truth, baby I would do Just what I want to There's only one thing left left for us to do Speed it up, baby, make me sweat Dreamland,

What my heart needs is a woman's touch A tender hand to fix it up Its rough and ragged edges sure could use some love Lately I've been lookin' through the windows of my soul And I can see there's not much left left to hold Just an empty space surrounded by

Welcome here, the squirrel-wheel begins Fasten the left left hand belts Remember not to think too much And your trip will be numbingly pleasant Non-caring is the easiest way But to secure a passage to the 2nd plane You have to complete level one Their

To the "love", I left left my conscience pressed Between the pages of the Bible in the drawer "What did it ever do for me?", I say Kiss and tell Loose lips sink ships To "I swear, I say" To hands between legs, to "whatever it takes" To drinks at the club, to

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah I guess you fell into the wrong hands, yeah Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah And now you're F-in' with the wrong man, man (Adjust to pain) (It hurt too bad to say, to say you left left me, left me) Fuckin' with the wrong man (Left me)

'Cause I still got a lot of leavin' left to do I guess the Lord made me hard to handle So lovin' me might be a long shot gamble So before you go and turn me on Be sure that you can turn me loose These old boots still got a lot of ground They ain't

All my love's in vain When the train, it left left the station, with two lights on behind I followed her to the station, with a suitcase in my hand And I followed her to the station, with a suitcase in my hand Well, it's hard to tell, it's hard to tell, when