Adrenaline Alabama 3

Trippin' flippin' this is how we stick it to ya
It's all good in th' hood
This is our life
Mc Shermos, Alabama three oooh

I'm so sick and tired of feelin' sick and tired
I've been wired every night of this week
My troubled mind just can't find no comfort in sleep
I'm on th' wrong side of town, I can't come down
I got holes in my dancin' shoes
Look like a dog house flower
In the midnight hour
In the corner of some bar room

Give me one more minute of danger
Some bad medicine
I'll waste it on an hour in hell tonight
To get to heaven on adrenaline
Feel the rush

So down at heel
Streetlight feels like some narcotic (that's right)
I stumble alone
Lookin' for home
An' no door key in my pocket
So I double back
I retrace my tracks to the place where all of this started
My getaway car was stole an you laugh
Cause I forgot to lock it