We will walk away from empty gold If the morning light don't steal our soul Feel like we've been falling down Like these autumn leaves Don't let our hearts freeze We're the underdogs, in this world alone I'm a believer, got a fever running through my

All my bitches got real hair chilling with the top down Screaming like ayo Fuck 'em both like ayo I'm a bougie ass nigga left the roof at home But don't be acting like I need you I'ma take her ass down when she bring her friend around We popping like

So if you got a problem, pick up the telephone For the guns and glory cowboys from the twilight zone At the Continental Club, there's no extras for striptease We're the gang that couldn't shoot straight but we aim to please She's bugging me again, run to

I went downtown to see milady She stood me up and I stood there waiting But it'll be all right when The Morning Comes Now I'm up in the air with the rain in my hair I've got nowhere to go, so I can go anywhere And it'll be all right when the Morning

So don't ask me no questions And I won't tell you no lies So don't ask me 'bout my business And I won't tell you goodbye Well, every time that I come home Nobody wants to let me be It seems that all the friends I've got Just got to come interrogate me I

And I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt... hey shawty I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt Yeah, yeah, uh, aye! What the fuck I gotta worry about now? Nigga you think after weatherin' the storm and comin' from the extremes I came from You think I'ma call all the way and get

It's a laugh, what a laugh It's so stupid I gotta laugh We were forever And the funny thing is everyone thought And the other thing is I really thought You must be thinkin' something That we were special But you ain't sayin' nothing You remember me

(Party, do it 'till tomorrow) 'Till we get to Las Vegas Whatever happens here, stays here So let's go all the way dear Til we get to Las Vegas Got a shit-eatin' grin Bitch, show me them itty-bitty titties again We're in Sin City

I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon Now tell me what y'all smoking What kinda heat y'all holdin' Well is your creep move potent We got the plan in motion Want to get high, come smoke with me Smoke with me, light it up

Oh it's the price we gotta pay And all the games we gotta play Though it's a life we gotta choose And the price is our own life until it's done `Cause it's a game we gotta lose makes me wonder if it's worth it to carry on I thought I knew How long I have