As I sit her on this bar stool thinking how my life is
I ache from my waves to the smudges on my nike airs
Midnight rears the friday crowd thickens the evening climaxes
As time quickens my stomach sickens
Its inevitable we drink to forget 
life a bitch a few vagrants sit
With me avoiding the same shit
The bartender approaches final call y'all
But he's talking to me the floor
And the four empty walls
I'm from a large town y'all
With large scars
With money markets and suits in Jaguars
ATMs and metro cards
Gunfights, drugs, sex and projects that cover the stars
Fast chicks in tight shit sittin' in faster cars
I sit here and think how I get paid dirt
And choke the cognac 'til the bottle hurt
I left the fine establishment sick as shit
Intoxicated with regrets and
Threw up the seven a pop spirits
Stumbled down the city street
A derelict mumble how he need to eat
I gave em what I had in his eyes I saw defeat
Y'all know the story the same old sob
Same old slob same old hoes sucking on some john's knob
Every Tom Dick and Harry Jane Doe and Mary
Got a situation and consequences vary
It's a parody pigs is flashin' me
Pulled up asked for id just fuckin' with me
Most days I would have gave em a hard way
But tonite I parlayed gave them what they wanted and walked away...