You just sit there and look at it, sit there and listen to it Tell me what you've got, tell me what the fuck you've got I ain't got no culture, I ain't always been like this I've come down, I've died in heaven What the fuck you've got, what the fuck you've got Tell me what you've got, tell me what the fuck you've got When my eyes are closed, huh Should I drink that shit Should I take this shit My shoes fell, I'm old shit, my face is no kid I've got a lot of money on my head Little bitches and angels And I don't have no money And I'm getting advice from them And the girls look jealous Buy, buy, drink for them I thought I'd made a change Fuck, I'm just turning worse Yeah, what the fuck are you doing in that fucking prison Your door is no longer locked The streets are full of sluts The streets are full of sluts And we don't run for years That's why you don't have a boy It's your turn to go and meditate Who the fuck was I with To live these dark days See if I can get this game up Will you let me bring a lot of stars And I would have been there now Narcars flying from the sofa to the wall Death when you get there Still a burden on my neck Just open the door and say You'll get there when I see you You'll stay in my head for a kilopolar You can go and change the paddles I came here with a truck full of cars Let's see if I can get high I'm back, goddammit Yeah, what the fuck are you doing in that fucking prison Your door is no longer locked The streets are full of sluts The streets are full of sluts And we don't run for years I saw life ahead I saw people waking up again I saw people being born again I don't want to think for a moment I want to taste every fucking pen Every ice cream with a full feeling You can forget about the break, cross your hands But I'm ready, I'm going there again I don't try, I don't show I don't think, I'm fucking me I don't want the same day anymore I come straight from the day Return these, I don't need them anymore It's the truth You had to free me, so you did Can I introduce myself Yeah, what the fuck are you doing in that fucking prison Your door is no longer locked The streets are full of sluts The streets are full of sluts And we don't run for years What the fuck are you doing in that fucking prison Those aren't even your thoughts Those aren't even your thoughts Those aren't even your thoughts And we don't run for years