I left my heart in San Fransisco I'ts at some motherfucking disco The people there where dancin' on it And that's including Ms. Matronic
Hell if music is the victim then so am I Of lovin' and a cheatin' the snake gon' bite I beg and I scream and I cuss and I cry If music is the victim then so am I
Of your bad fun Money's all gone but you need some Lover's on the phone but they got none Daddy ain't home from the dog run And you're fighting through the city with a shotgun
I left my bag in Pasadena Where all them girls was doin' Tina Them bitches sure were crunked up on it I said I'd rather smoke som chronic
Hell if music is the victim then so am I Of lovin' and a cheatin' the snake gon' bite I beg and I scream and I cuss and I cry If music is the victim then so am I
Of your bad fun Money's all gone but you need some Lover's on the phone but they got none Daddy ain't home from the dog run And you're fighting through the city with a shotgun
I left my man in Houston Texas Just before he finished breakfast He said; oh baby fry some more eggs But I was runnin' on my own two legs
Hell if Jesus had the power than so do I To rise up from the dead and take up to the sky I'm buskin' for the money so I get by If music is the victim then so am I
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