Oh my, oh my This side, this side, this side I've been up for a long time This side, this side This side, this side, this side, this side You never come around past midnight

Well the hour of your bedtime's Long been past I can tell when you rub your eyes Won't you run come see St. Judy's Comet Roll across the skies And leave a spray of diamonds In its wake I long to see St. Judy's Comet Sparkle in your eyes

Gotta find my way back home I've been way too long War Lords, we all Lords, but we your Lords Tryna find home, next stop is the Waldorf Past the racism and fake-ism Type of hate that make you feel worse than a rape victim, raw dogs You other rappers mad

Suicide been on my mind Pour my heart on the concrete every fucking time Hold up, po' me up, yes Double the cup just to cut the stress in half Guess who the fuck left After all is said and done, regret the past Best move along, got a long way to go, ayy

This is a call to all my Past resignations This is a call to all It's been too long Fingernails are pretty Fingernails are good Seems that all they ever wanted was a marking Them balloons are pretty Big and say they should