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I've been sitting all alone so I don't know why you phoned Got dreams of drivin' down dirt roads Sport cars, a dog and a home Used to post under tower blocks 'Cause all my brothers sell rocks All these broad day shootouts Crazy babies look up to skies Can't see the truth, dilated eyes Hands on the world, on your fire Breaks my heart when I see you cry Breaks my heart that you'll never come home Gettin' high with somebody else New day, whole different time zone Still can't live with myself, gone Left my heart in a bottle of Dom Perignon Turn the mansion into a hell house, can't we get along? Nights, it's 4 A.M. on the phone, singin' all the same songs I'm in a room full of people, I'm alone, singin' all the same songs I'm first-class trash Drive 'round the Benz, life ain't bad Try help out Friends put the Rambo knife in your back No spliffs on plaques Letras de cancionesWhole year later, still can't relax (Nobody's perfect) 'Bout to go on tour Tell all my teachers they can kiss crack My friends slung crack I was with a light-skin girl in the back Came out the smoke 'Bout to have the whole world hangin' off of my sack Throw up on the futon Fresh Prince tryna work out where I'm at I drive 'round doin' zombie walks Tryna find out where you're at I can't keep (I can't keep) Playin' the same old songs (Playin' these same old songs) I can't keep foolin' myself Playin' the same old songs (Playin' these, playin' these same old songs) (I can't keep) Left my heart in a bottle of Dom Perignon (Playin' the same old songs) Turn the mansion into a hell house, can't we get along? (I can't keep) Nights, it's 4 A.M. on the phone, singin' all the same songs I'm in a room full of people, I'm alone, singin' all the same songs Look in the mirror and scare myself Spend the money to prepare for wealth Half a pill, pullin' on my belt How we back here? I don't know myself There's too much I owe myself, too much pressure Too much leaches movin' extra Cake to split, I can't pay for this, need to rest up Get my zen up, could link Russel, do some yoga Or have Scar Jo call me over Body's in a coma, wake up drunk, both on the sofa See the truth right through that Commes Des suit I thought the nightmare's over Naked frame runs through my brain Prada wearin' nighttime stroller From Letras Mania