behind me. Yellow light girl I obey the law. I see. Even though it's night, no high beams. We'll hit the freeway lata, you know what I mean. [Repeat
fuck? Did you think I come to talk Am I a fool or what? Positions on the floor It's like erotic, ironic 'cause I'm somewhat psychotic I'm hittin' switches on bitches like I
men got away Mama, I've been thinkin' pretty soon You know I'll be nineteen And I sure learned a lot about class fast Mama, know what I mean? Mama,
to the end of my day Well, I do what I do 'cause I know when I'm through I get one more night with you Well, I'm stuck on this five o'clock freeway
the world You ain't gotta look mean, I know you care for your girl But she's lookin' this way and I'm gonna come get her Fresh haircut, so I'm feelin
society (I'm tempted) Left to wander deaf, dumb and blind (know what I mean) We know the depth of darkness, ignorance's shame (How I'm supposed to react
the background Ya know what I mean? You see how it's goin down, we doin it real big, ya know what I mean? That's how it's goin down this year and the
but I can't tell I gotta pay for all the food that I take in And gotta pay for all the chronic that I inhale That's why I stick with my team, nigga, stick
man, I'm, I'm a lil' faded Whatchu doin' tho? Yea, I'm comin' over there yo Yea, I mean, I'm, I'm drivin I'm tipsy but yo, I'm gonna make it Stay on
prayer I look up at the sky and i feel like a millionaire I'm walkin on air Livin on a prayer I look up at the sky and i feel like a millionaire-aire
fuck? Did you think I come to talk Am I a fool or what? Positions on tha floor It's like erotic, ironic 'cause I'm somewhat psychotic I'm hittin' switches on bitches like I
a motha on drugs I'm kickin' dust up, ready ta bust I'm on the scene steady muggin' mean Until they kill me, I'll be livin' this life I know you feel
click I guess I loose I didn't win So I decide to do it again and again Now it's gettin' borin' 'cause I keep on loosin' I guess I'm kinda cruisin' for
the seams When the system redeems, bustin' infrared beams From here to New Orleans, plenty of dope fiends That's why I keep a car clean and fulla gasoline Know what I mean
the suburbs You feel ready to leave the ground You've got your records packed away in boxes But you don't really know what it means to leave I'm still
dubs) I'm just looking for somebody to talk to and show me some love (Show me some love) If you know what I mean, uh huh Everybody jackin' me as soon as I
on DP I mean what could I say, what could I do Anything I say and do is a catch 22 and I knew I had a clue I wasnt really trippin Of some type of
know the pit bull is off the chicka-chicka-chain crate-a-lane, on the freeway of pain i dont spend dollars on expenseive champagne rip hearts and i pound