Stepped inside this depth of a dive   With nothing but my breath and this rep that I'm riding   Check around the room to get a fresh look   Most these names already in the guest book   So I'm gonna sit on my stool and sip solo   The missing half of a stack of ripped photos   If she don't know so, the odds of blowing up   Watch the word work, the gods are growing up   I never had trouble with the lovable   Walk down that hill and fuck all the buffalo   And by the time I get done with the small town   Ashes of bridges and all the walls fall down   Sitting in the middle of dialogue   I know I'm not the brightest star   Otherwise I'd probably be one foot out the front entrance   Before one sentence even starts breathin' - I'm leavin'   Don't need another reason to carry guilt   But she got a fair grill and she very built   Plus I like her smile and her eyes are wild   Should I try to aspire you to write my style   Hold up - you can't take every 20 something back to the lab just to jelly up her belly button   No thank you, my name is Sean, here's a dollar for the jukebox - go play my song      Hook x2   Cause this type of shit happens every day   We all go to heaven even enemies stay   You better stay in your place where the memories play   I'm just trying to live life cool - Morris Day.      On the B L O C, laying low key   Hair gettin' braided whilst I'm talking to the homie   Old Gee, standing in the corner not talking   The little homie's sister wanna borrow my walkman   It's front yard politics, we talk a lot of shit   Who we wanna fight, broads that we're trying to hit   Kinda get bored so we bail to the store   Then we back, posted up for a few hours more      Now the homeboy cousin bring his ass down stairs   Tryin' to spark some convo, but don't nobody cares   Neither life or a square, I'm not even lookin'   No respect on the block cos he a mark n a hoodie   And I know this fool gonna say something sideways   The homeboy just start him out last Friday   Twenty years old, getting punked every Friday   Think that he hard cos he dips on the ?YA?   My move don't play, no time for discussion   Kept talkin' shit so my homeboy rushed him   Stomped him out in the grass 'til he had a concussion   Take ya ass in the house fool. don't say nuttin'   As he walked up the stairs heard him cry through the screen door   Sucker ass chump, what he tryin' to make a scene for   Know that he heard me 'cus the window was open   So we talked even louder and kept on jokin'      Hook x4