Baby I'm sorry i left here cause everywhere was stormy and I gat no money but now am back with some money with my homies we gat shoot some monkeys with our guns and we out of bullets and we came here to pick some of our booklets with my style and my type thankfully i gat some mullet all my guys we outside with some puppet and buckets and we ain't fight with some motherfucker motherfucking muskets call my guys we outside we ain't mind your business when i dance it's a chance to advance through the trance of the time with a lime in your mouth with no wows with no cries with just laugh through the lies of the life with no wife in your life you're alone in your home with no hopes gat u hooked in your shoes till u lose with no rules and your stool is a tool for your lose till u fuse with no views i am sorry i am deeply sorry am sorry