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Well, I must be stupid, for feeling so happy
I must be crazy, for calling you mine
My life’s like a movie, but I just let it move me
So slow like a two-step, you hold me real tight

All my friends say my life’s
Like a bad country song
I just smile, say “I know, but I like to sing along”
For the sweet wedding days
I just put Hank Williams on
I must be stupid for feeling so happy
But they can call me what they want

They think I’m crazy, but I keep laughing
They think I’m funny, for wearing a smile
But it’s just in my nature, and it’s just how you move me
You’re slow like a movie, and I wanna rewind

All my friends say my life’s
Like a bad country song
I just smile, say “I know, but I like to sing along”
For the sweet wedding days
I just put Hank Williams on
I must be stupid for feeling so happy
But they can call me what they want

Ah, la, la
Ah, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la
I must be stupid for feeling so happy
But they can call me what they want

Hey blue baby, put that Hank Williams on
It’s your little blue baby calling for her favorite song
Get off that whiskey, boy
Right quickly put them hallway lights on
I hope one day you can remember
I loved you while it all went wrong

Well the only stars we saw were in the sky on the boulevard
And the only thing we wanted was to be free
And the only girl you had eyes for
Played downtown at the local bar
That was me
She was me

Hey blue baby, get that old pick-up gone
Turn it once, twice, three times if you love me [?]
Get on that dirt-bike
Handle that turn-pike
Do what you have to do
Just know your baby’s right here waiting
Just know she thinks you’re really cool

And the only stars we saw were in the sky on the boulevard
And the only thing we needed is to be free
And the only girl you had eyes for
Played downtown at the local bar
That was me
She was me

I tell you all the time, get yourself in line
Tired of waiting, tired of crying
Tell you all the time, get yourself in line
Tired of yelling, tired of hollering
You’re making me blue, you’re making me blue
You’re making me blue
Just do what you do

The only stars we need are in the sky on the boulevard
And the only thing we want is to be free
And the only girl you had eyes for
Played downtown at the local bar
Yeah, she’s me
Yeah,she’s me

I’d rather be anywhere
Anywhere but here
(Anywhere but here)
I’d rather be anywhere
Anywhere but here
(Anywhere but here)
I close my eyes and see a crowd of a thousand tears
(A thousand tears)
I pray to God I didn’t waste all my good years
(All my good years)
All my good years
(All my good years)
All my good years
(All my good years)

The voices screaming loud as hell
(Loud as hell, loud as hell)
We don’t care ’bout no one else
(About no one else, no one else)
Nothing in the world could bring us down
(Bring us down, bring us down)
Now we’re so high among the stars without a worry
(Without a worry)
And neither one, one of us wants to say we’re sorry
(Say we’re sorry)

I’d rather be anywhere
Anywhere but here
I’d rather be anywhere
Anywhere but here
I close my eyes and see a crowd of a thousand tears
I pray to God I didn’t waste all my good years
All my good years
All my good years

Too much drugs and alcohol
(Alcohol)
What the hell were we fighting for?
(Fighting for)
‘Cause now the whole damn world will know
(World will know)
That we’re too numb and just too dumb to change the story
(Change the story)
Neither one, one of us wants to say we’re sorry
(Say we’re sorry)

I’d rather be anywhere
Anywhere but here
I’d rather be anywhere
Anywhere but here
I close my eyes and see a crowd of a thousand tears
I pray to God I didn’t waste all my good years
All my good years
All my good years

Need a chance just to breathe, feel alive
And when the day meets the night, show me the light
(Show me the light)
Feel the wind and the fire hold the pain deep inside
It’s in my eyes
(My eyes)
In my eyes
(My eyes)

I’d rather be anywhere
Anywhere but here
I’d rather be anywhere
Anywhere but here
I close my eyes and see a crowd of a thousand tears
I pray to God I didn’t waste all my good years
All my good years
All my good years

I pray to God I didn’t waste all my good years
(All my good years)
All my good years
(All my good years)
All my good years
(All my good years)

[Intro]
Hey man, get the door
These mother fuckers think it’s CVS around this bitch
Tell him we ain’t ’bout that shit

[Interlude: Menace II Society (1993): Chauncy & Nick]
Yo, who is it?
Uhh, Nick
Yo, nigga, what up?
Oh, nothin’
Why you come to this motherfucker so early all the time, man?
You-you said 1 o’clock
I don’t give a fuck what I said, nigga
I don’t get out the bed before two-thirty
Don’t come through this motherfucker so early next time, nigga
Understood
Let’s see what’chu got

[Chorus]
Ain’t ’bout to count no money, ain’t sellin’ no dope
Don’t bring me no bag, I want a envelope
Ain’t ’bout to count no money, nah, ain’t sellin’ no dope
Don’t bring me no bag, I want a envelope

[Bridge]
Ain’t no disrespect (disrespect), well maybe it is
Ain’t no trappin’ here (Trappin’ here), well look here now, bitch
Ain’t no Oxycontin (No oxycontin), no coke or no thizz
Have you forgotten (You forgotten) who the fuck that I is?

[Verse 1]
Trap or die, that’s a lie, niggas fry or testify
Superfly, get super high, jigga boo shit, supersize
Niggas do shit and justify
You can do shit and get euthanized
I could do shit, that’s no surprise
Serve your ass, two piece and fries

[Chorus]
Ain’t ’bout to count no money, ain’t sellin’ no dope
Don’t bring me no bag, I want a envelope
Ain’t ’bout to count no money, nah, ain’t sellin’ no dope
Don’t bring me no bag, I want a envelope

[Verse 2]
You niggas high as fuck (High as fuck), got slow reaction
I done sobered up (Sobered up) and I’m down for action
And I fuck you up (Fuck you up), if you come ’round askin’
Don’t try to play me (Try to play me) like I’m Anglo-Saxon
You a mouse in a trap house, I’m a dog in a cat house
I’m comin’ like Harriet Tubman, you comin’ like Harry the drug man
Some niggas don’t give a fuck, man, ’bout they own people sufferin’
Talkin’ ’bout that they strugglin’, made somethin’ from nothin’

[Chorus]
Ain’t ’bout to count no money, ain’t sellin’ no dope
Don’t bring me no bag, I want a envelope
Ain’t ’bout to count no money, nah, ain’t sellin’ no dope
Don’t bring me no bag, I want a envelope

[Verse 3]
I’ma kill me a dope dealer
I’ma douse me a trap house
Who let the dogs out?
I’ma make niggas crawl out
I’ma make niggas call out to Jesus and they momma (Jesus and they momma)
Right before they vomit (Before they vomit) blood out they stomach (Blood out they stomach)
This for my auntie, she smoked your shit daily
And this’ll make you crumble, yeah, just like it did my uncle
And this’ll make you meet your maker, understand that he’s the baker
Got your ass on the slab now you the dope for the undertaker

[Chorus]
Ain’t ’bout to count no money, ain’t sellin’ no dope
Don’t bring me no bag, I want a envelope
Ain’t ’bout to count no money, nah, ain’t sellin’ no dope
Don’t bring me no bag, I want a envelope

[Outro]
Don’t bring me no bag
Don’t bring me no bag
You-you a mouse in a trap house, I’ma dog in a cat house
You-you a mouse in a trap house, I’ma dog in a cat house
You-you a mouse in a trap house, I’ma dog in a cat house
You a mouse in a trap house, I’ma dog in a cat house

[Intro]
A lot of people wonder how they gon’ die
How’m I gon’ die?
Will it be a bullet wound?
Will they die at the hands of the police?
Here’s how I think I’ma go

[Chorus]
Too much salt, too much sugar
Too much smoke and too much liquor
The good life, I’ma die of the good life
I’ma die of the good life
Fire water
Fire water
The shit I spit will get you lit
Fire water
The shit I spit will get you lit
Fire water
Too much salt, too much sugar
Too much smoke and too much liquor
The good life, I’ma die of the good life
I’ma die of the good life

[Verse 1]
I’m a animal, my splif’s flammable
This is Hannibal, I’m a cannibal
It’s understandable you think I’m studio
But when we leave the studio, nigga, you’s the hoe
Niggas lose your hoe, like usual
Bitch is beautiful, what she with you for?
When Hiawatha drank my fire water said sayonara to his lonely daughter
Fire starter, mister arson
South Central Compton next to Carson
Rips are rippin’, dogs are barkin’
Guppies all move over, let the shark in
Blood in the water, cuz in the water
Need to get out, nigga, was it a slaughter?
Fuckin’ wit’chy’all niggas, tear in your drawers
This fire water put hair on your balls
This is a rebel without a pause
With three hoes like Santa Clause
Know all the pimp codes and the bylaws
Got enough paper, I could buy y’all
At the Bayou, I could buy you
Walkin’ ’round here with a slave IQ
Better get smart or it’s déjà vu
Back in the dark, nigga, chained to the ark, nigga, fuck

[Chorus]
Fire water
I got that fire water
The shit I spit will get you lit
I got that fire water
The shit I spit will get you lit
I got that fire water
Too much salt, too much sugar
Too much smoke and too much liquor
The good life, I’ma die of the good life
I’ma die of the good life

[Verse 2]
How I do it is lighter fluid
Think you fly? Put a spider to it
Come down heavy, Isaac Newton
While y’all talkin’, I be shootin’
Most of these artists be prostitutin’
Gangsta shit, I wrote The Constitution
Bitch ass nigga, what’s your contribution?
Hatin’ on shit ain’t a revolution
Change this shit, fuck the lootin’
West side riders, I’m recruitin’
God is a teacher, I’m the student
Don’t bite the apple, I’m rebootin’
Back to the pen and pad
Back to the pen and paper
Niggas wanna catch the vapors but they on respirators
Always on elevators
Always dressed like the Raiders
Always on my way to Vegas

[Chorus]
Fire water
I got that fire water
The shit I spit will get you lit
I got that fire water
The shit I spit will get you lit
I got that fire water
Too much salt, too much sugar
Too much smoke and too much liquor
The good life, I’ma die of the good life
I’ma die of the good life

[Verse 3]
My best wares? Louis chest hairs
Who wanna ball with the California bears?
It’s Mardi Gras every time I’m with my players
Alcohol all in the air
I run this shit, I am the mayor
You a crazy bitch, Princess Leia
Don’t’cha know my truth is a dare?
It’s the cyclops with the eye drops
Fuck these thots and Goldilocks
Bitches wanna go and drink all a nigga porridge
Don’t ask me for a piece of pizza
Fold my arms and say, “Bye Felicia”
Why the fuck you messin’ with the creature?
Might wake up and fuckin’ eat ya
Can hardly see ya ’cause of my shine
I’m legally blind
I’m outta my mind
Study my rhyme, I got the equation for any occasion
Black, white, brown, red, purple, or Asian
My fire water keep folks ablazin’
I got some shit that’ll burn your stomach
Make you vomit, the dogs atomic
Please don’t try to mix this with chronic
Niggas won’t believe that you seen a comet, no

[Chorus]
Fire water
I got that fire water
The shit I spit will get you lit
I got that fire water
The shit I spit will get you lit
I got that fire water
Too much salt, too much sugar
Too much smoke and too much liquor
The good life, I’ma die of the good life
I’ma die of the good life
Too much salt, too much sugar
Too much smoke and too much liquor
The good life, I’ma die of the good life
I’ma die of the good life
Too much salt, too much sugar
Too much smoke and too much liquor
The good life, I’ma die of the good life
I’ma die of the good life
Fire water
Fire water
The shit I spit will get you lit
Fire water
The shit I spit will get you lit
Fire water
I got that fire water
I got that fire water
I got that fire water
I got that fire water