Midnight awakin', hyperventilatin' Drunk laps runnin' 'round the globe wild goose chasin' After three number one albums would've thought I'd feel amazin' Still impatient, still sippin' on liquor Still rollin' up swishers Now it's Beamers double parking, fuck payin' the meter In your club, on your couch, just got paid to be here On your girl, rubbin' on my favorite features How could they tease us, only wanted of Ben Franklins and Mona Lisas Jesus, Jesus, Jesus Man, I might fuck 'round, lose my mind, I gotta break out I'm on a stake out, on a farm or your lake house Around 3 Am dog I was gettin' busy in the bathroom stall Bad mamacita, Miami heater Put it in a two seater, too bad I couldn't three-peat her Need a whole lotta vida 'fore I see the reaper House full of snow bunnies, puttin' trees up like it's Christmas Easter With more stamps than a skinny nigga got tats on my Visa I know the kids in La Flame, they don't trust, they believe it I mean, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus Man, I might fuck 'round, lose my mind, I gotta break out I'm on a stake out, on a farm or your lake house Jesus, Jesus, I mean, Jesus, Jesus Man, I might fuck 'round, lose my mind, I gotta break out I'm on a stake out, on a farm or your lake house Jesus, Jesus, I mean, Jesus, Jesus I might fuck 'round, lose my mind Jesus
Compositor: Jacques Webster / Ebony Oshunrinde / Ebony Oshunrinde / Mike Dean / Philip Glass