Trippin to the sounds of the street
All dressed up, walkin to the sound of the beat
Got my khakis pressed, my gold around my neck
The sound of gunfire got me Rollin to the deck
Pullin my Cohètè from my pocket, people scramblin for cover
Don't know if I ever will make it to my sexy ass lover
She was waiting for me to get out of work
Living down the road a bit of a Player's perk
Her sisters were the only thing from makin that woman mine
If it weren't for the older one, her skin so pale and oh so fine
Those two ladies controlling my urge
The devil in me that can't make the decision
If I only had been sober to control the precision
Giving my pen to a demon saying he can write just as good as I
Thinking his words would be better and oh so fukin fly
The demons in my head they always try to compete
Tellin people this causes hearts to skip a beat
Cuz...