He's got greasy hair, greasy clothes
And when you ask him, man, man, he knows
He's got a smile like a dream he once told
He's got a couple of fingers and his toes
Last time he seen 'em, man, who knows?
He's built down by the bottom and he lets it all slide
We come together, we can ride
Laid back and feeling high
Got some money and a dress
So much you made of yourself, but it's been a mess
He's got a way of talking, he does slow
He's been crass, he's been mean
Some of the things he said I ain't ever seen, like a
Big mama bangin' on my door
He start to come in
Is this the right house?
They tend to do it slow
He threw the moment into the wind
Into his power and his life
Got my count and I countered right
I got home sometime last night
I didn't recognize myself or the way that I spoke
Got into a round with a friend
That once told me back, back when
You were a better man when you called your shit out
And when you ask him, man, man, he knows
He's got a smile like a dream he once told
He's got a couple of fingers and his toes
Last time he seen 'em, man, who knows?
He's built down by the bottom and he lets it all slide
We come together, we can ride
Laid back and feeling high
Got some money and a dress
So much you made of yourself, but it's been a mess
He's got a way of talking, he does slow
He's been crass, he's been mean
Some of the things he said I ain't ever seen, like a
Big mama bangin' on my door
He start to come in
Is this the right house?
They tend to do it slow
He threw the moment into the wind
Into his power and his life
Got my count and I countered right
I got home sometime last night
I didn't recognize myself or the way that I spoke
Got into a round with a friend
That once told me back, back when
You were a better man when you called your shit out
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