music blasting, but just can't quit because one of these hymns i think he got the creeps with in the bed, believe me sweetie I've got enough to feed the needy no need to be greedy I've got mad friends with benzes C notes Father Mayan's, two fuckin players, jump in the rover and come over tell your friends jump in the jeep, I got that phonic by the chin I'll keep up on my hot stuff, and ask you what your interests are. Who you be with, things that make you smile. What numbers to dial, you gon' be here for a while. I'm gon' call my crew, you gon' call your crew. We can rendezvous at the ball around 2. Plans to leave, throw the keys to little C's. Pull the truck up, and roll up the next group. So we can sleep on the way to the telly.