Vista previa
I left my heart in San Fransisco
I´ts at some motherfucking disco
The people there where dancin´ on it
And that´s including Ms. Matronic
Hell if music is the victim then so am I
Of lovin´ and a cheatin´ the snake gon´ bite
I beg and I scream and I cuss and I cry
If music is the victim then som am I
Of your bad fun
Money´s all gone but you need some
Lover´s on the phone but the got none
Daddy ain´t home from the dog run
And you´re riding through the city with a shotgun
I left my bag in Pasadena
Where all them girls was doin´ Tina
Them bitches sure where crunked up on it
I said I´d rather smoke som chronic
Hell if music is the victim then so am I
Of lovin´ and a cheatin´ the snake gon´ bite
I beg and I scream and I cuss and I cry
If music is the victim then som am I
Of your bad fun
Money´s all gone but you need some
Lover´s on the phone but the got none
Daddy ain´t home from the dog run
And you´re riding through the city with a shotgun
I left my man in Houston Texas
Just before he finished breakfast
He said; oh baby fry some more eggs
But I was runnin´ on my own two legs
Hell if Jesus had the power than so do I
To rise up from the dead and take up to the sky
I´m bustin´ for the money so I get by
If music is the victim then so am I