When, my, time comes around Lay me gently in the cold dark earth No grave can hold my body down I'll crawl home to her Boys workin' on empty Is that the kinda way to face the burning heat? I just think about my baby I'm so full of love I could barely eat

Little boys and girls, they all love me Come sit on the lap of I-see-E And let me tell ya a story or two About a punk-ass nigga I knew Named Jack, he wasn't that nimble, wasn't that quick Jumped over the candlestick and burnt his dick Ran up the street

When my time comes around Lay me gently in the cold dark earth No grave can hold my body down I'll crawl home to her Boys workin' on empty Is that the kind'a way to face the burning heat? I just think about my baby I'm so full of love I could barely eat

Welcome my son, welcome to the machine So welcome to the machine Where have you been? It's alright we know where you've been You've been in the pipeline, filling in time Provided with toys and 'scouting for boys' You brought a guitar to punish your ma

Stayin’ out all night, stayin’ out all night I had so much champagne up in the club And I ain’t come up here and I ain’t looking for love I’mma leave all my problems out on the floor I’mma drink so much that I can’t make it home So would you take me