Fightin' with the neighbours and screwin' the wife Hip hop music ruined my life I bitch and I moan, I lie and I cheat Waiting for the night when I die in my sleep I listen to the jukebox and sit by the bar Taking care of a dog that got hit by a car Praying for salvation, needing a miracle Drowning in new music and reading material Shoe laces untied, telling people I'm rich Who can't tell the difference between real art and high kitch Mouth like a broken bottle, crooked and bottomless Half wolf, half crow, half hippopotamus Sturdy as a paper bag, as well, my face is flawed But keeping the fire going by the grace of God And I'm loathe to think that we missed our chance To find a way out of this downward dance We got it all wrong
Singing a song with a rock in my mouth Nobody knows what I'm talking about Lost without a marketing plan and a stylist Here comes the vilest nihilist finalist Once and for all, barbed wire and rope The most beautiful woman is strung out on dope Slowly the music, died, died, died Three white horses side by side Last change to change, you better hurry, quick Laying in a bed, wide awake and I'm worried sick Completely out-foxed, I hide from the phone And I swear this pen has a mind of its own Jaws that go through solid steel, a clenched fist A breath of fresh air for once and a French kiss The weight of the world and collapsable me I'm talking about trouble with a capital T We got it all wrong
Ali B. lyrics