Smoke an eighth
Left on Tenth
Oh shit he's doing it
All the lovin'
Down on Tenth Street
Every Thursday at the Colonel we play for free
Sippin' malt liquor 40's on the stoop
Livin' life on Tenth Avenue
On and on
Yeah, 'til the break of dawn
I hope to see your face in the morn
Underneath the styrofoam stars
You're a lone heart
Now it's our turn to play the part
In between two rooms
A royal flush and a worn down suit
Watch us fall into our groove
On and on
Yeah, 'till the break of dawn
I hope to see your face in the morn
