I work real hard, so why should I fall
I run these streets, I run them alone
I work real hard, so why should I fall
I run these streets, I run them alone
She looks at me, I lose speech, I can’t talk
She’s leading me through the night, I can’t walk
Yeah, I’ve been cutting my mind like pizza
And she wanna sell my love by pieces
Pieces, pieces
She wants some pieces of me
Jesus, Jesus
She’s calling Jesus on me
So I don’t get what you say
“Would you like to die in LA?”