You should've locked the door All the most important people in New York are nineteen All the most important people in New York Build a fire for Val Jester Build a room for your love Take your time when you tell her How she lives in your blood You

You're too sexy to me Tell them pretty faced girls tryna grabs each other And them undercover freaks who ain't nun' but trouble Baby, I'mma tell you some' only 'cause I love ya People all around the world sexy motherfuckers Damn, that's ugly

Hey hey hey hey Where my party people Oh let's go Oh oh oh oh All my party people Yeah we're gonna rock rock Do a lotta shot shots Someone tell the clock clock We ain't gonna stop stop

Now people say I'm jinxed I got some kind of voodoo hex Life is so complex There's no telling what could happen next Life on the edge, Fuels the sickness in my head It embeds the type of thoughts That got a lot of brothers dead

If I was waiting on you to tell me then I would never know I ain't have nobody there, so I had to tell myself when to go I ain't have nobody there so I had to tell myself when to go I know a lot of people but I don't fuck with a lot Got me standing here

(San Francisco), San Francisco (San Francisco), he he he he hey (You don't find them finer) (Searching for what we all treasure: pleasure) (Brightly on nights tell a glory story) (San Francisco), City by the Bay yeah (San Francisco), take me to the water

Breaking, hating till you lost it all Say it was your babel Say it was my babel It was my babel Tell all people Now you know it's over rolling off her shoulder You can take a ladder to the shadows and forget Was it how she kissed you and then dismissed

Saints and soldiers, beggers, kings and renegades Ain't no tellin' who on earth He might include In the heaven I'm headed to The heaven I'm headed to I hear people talk of heaven And how it's only for the precious few But in the book that I've been

O-lo-e-o-lo-lo The sun's gonna shine on me And all the people go Tell all the people go Let my hands go free And there's nowhere I'd rather be (rather be) On the day all the hands go free (hands go free) All the people go

Who'd believe with the way things are here We'd be going anywhere telling people how to live? Who's believe we'd spend more shippin' drugs and guns Than to educate our sons? Sorry but that's what they did I can't help but think, Someone's forsaken you