Stepped inside this depth of a divenWith nothing but my breath and this rep that I'm ridingnCheck around the room to get a fresh looknMost these names already in the guest booknSo I'm gonna sit on my stool and sip solonThe missing half of a stack of ripped photosnIf she don't know so, the odds of blowing upnWatch the word work, the gods are growing upnI never had trouble with the lovablenWalk down that hill and fuck all the buffalonAnd by the time I get done with the small townnAshes of bridges and all the walls fall downnSitting in the middle of dialoguenI know I'm not the brightest starnOtherwise I'd probably be one foot out the front entrancenBefore one sentence even starts breathin' - I'm leavin'nDon't need another reason to carry guiltnBut she got a fair grill and she very builtnPlus I like her smile and her eyes are wildnShould I try to aspire you to write my stylenHold up - you can't take every 20 something back to the lab just to jelly up her belly buttonnNo thank you, my name is Sean, here's a dollar for the jukebox - go play my songnnHook x2nCause this type of shit happens every daynWe all go to heaven even enemies staynYou better stay in your place where the memories playnI'm just trying to live life cool - Morris Day.nnOn the B L O C, laying low keynHair gettin' braided whilst I'm talking to the homienOld Gee, standing in the corner not talkingnThe little homie's sister wanna borrow my walkmannIt's front yard politics, we talk a lot of shitnWho we wanna fight, broads that we're trying to hitnKinda get bored so we bail to the storenThen we back, posted up for a few hours morennNow the homeboy cousin bring his ass down stairsnTryin' to spark some convo, but don't nobody caresnNeither life or a square, I'm not even lookin'nNo respect on the block cos he a mark n a hoodienAnd I know this fool gonna say something sidewaysnThe homeboy just start him out last FridaynTwenty years old, getting punked every FridaynThink that he hard cos he dips on the ?YA?nMy move don't play, no time for discussionnKept talkin' shit so my homeboy rushed himnStomped him out in the grass 'til he had a concussionnTake ya ass in the house fool. don't say nuttin'nAs he walked up the stairs heard him cry through the screen doornSucker ass chump, what he tryin' to make a scene fornKnow that he heard me 'cus the window was opennSo we talked even louder and kept on jokin'nnHook x4