I got my homies got up I saw my I saw my LPs slopped off Don't talk shit I'm so fucked up Baby my visions torned up These are scratched pinkies and free beer slots in the corner of city He picked two chicks but I got three In the city there's no lack of queen peee Never be on top, never maybes There were gales last night How come the time gone by It's eleven point nine o'clock my pillow can't hold me tight Am i trying so hard assume these shits to be fine?