We’re still living in the city In a tiny rental made of wood We’ve loved and we’ve lost friends Time and time again Like ripples in a stream quietly die Every party’s got its pity Especially when it’s time to go Between the sun and all its moons The

I just fucked your bitch in some Gucci flip flops I just had some bitches and I made them lip lock I just took a piss and I seen codeine coming out We got purple Activis, I thought it was a drought Bitch I'ma choose the dirty over you You know I ain't

(Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah!) (She's a) L.A., L.A. baby We'll need to realize, it's just you and me together For you and me tonight in this city (You're my) L.A., L.A. baby You gotta, go go! Bring it on The two of us tonight we can make it last

And that's how it's made in the U.S.A, the U.S.A Isn't it great, how we got it made? We got it made You know we got it made Yeah, land of the free Home of the hard, home of the tough We some gun toting, church going

It’s gotta be you One more, one more, can we try? Girl I see it in your eyes you’re disappointed ‘Cause I’m the foolish one that you anointed with your heart I tore it apart And girl what a mess I made upon your innocence And no woman in the world

Well I've been ridin' a winning horse for a long, long time Sometimes I wonder is this the end of the line No one should take advantage of who they are No man has got it made If he thinks he does, he's wrong Every mother's son better hear what I say

I'm in love, Got the feeling called the "blue hoo's," since my sweetie said "Good Bye" Seems I don't know what to "Do Hoo" All day long I sit and cry That last long day we spent alone I'm yearning for it yet She thrilled me, filled me, with a kind of

You ain't gotta wait up, I ain't 'boutta save ya I'ma just be honest, I won't see you later I'ma keep it pushin', you should keep it pushin' We both know what's up, aye We were too young, not ready I was wide eyed, I loved heavy You, made me think

The way he should I got it bad, and that ain't good Never treats me sweet and gentle 'Cause I got it bad, and that ain't good My poor heart is sentimental Not made of wood But when the weekend's over And Monday rolls around My man and me We pray some

'Cause even then I was infatuated with just sitting at the top And I don't owe nobody in the world no favors I started from the basement, made it to the skyscrapers I'm a successful nigga, I got shit going on I'm a successful Don, I got shit going on I