I've been sitting all alone so

I don't know why you phoned

Got dreams of driving down dirt roads

Sport cars, a dog and a home

Used to post under tower blocks

'Cause all my brothers sell rocks

All these broad day shootouts

Crazy babies look up to skies

Can't see the truth, dilated eyes

Hands on the world, on your fire

Breaks my heart when I see you cry

Breaks my heart that you'll never come home

Getting high with somebody else

New day, whole different time zone

Still can't live with myself, gone

Left my heart in a bottle of Dom Perignon

Turn the mansion into a hell house, can't we get along?

Nights, it's 4AM on the phone, singing all the same songs

I'm in a room full of people, I'm alone, singing all the same songs

I'm first-class trash

Drive 'round the Benz, life ain't bad

Try help out

Friends put the Rambo knife in your back

No spliffs on plaques

Whole year later, still can't relax (Nobody's perfect)

'Bout to go on tour

Tell all my teachers they can kiss crack

My friends slung crack

I was with a light skin girl in the back

Came out the smoke

'Bout to have the whole world hanging off of my sack

Throw up on the futon

Fresh Prince tryna work out where I'm at

I drive 'round doing zombie walks

Tryna find out where you're at

I can't keep (I can't keep)

Playing the same old songs (Playing these same old songs)

I can't keep fooling myself

Playing the same old songs (Playing these, playing these same old songs now)

Left my heart in a bottle of Dom Perignon

Turn the mansion into a hell house, can't we get along?

Nights, it's 4AM on the phone, singing all the same songs

I'm in a room full of people, I'm alone, singing all the same songs

Look in the mirror and scare myself

Spend the money to prepare for wealth

Half a pill pulling on my belt

How we back here, I don't know myself

There's too much I owe myself, too much pressure

Too much leaches moving extra

Cake to split, I can't pay for this, need to rest up

Get my zen up, could link Russel, do some yoga

Or have Scar Jo call me over

Body's in a coma, wake up drunk, both on the sofa

See the truth right through that Commes Des suit

I thought the nightmare's over

Naked frame runs through my brain

Prada wearing nighttime stroller