(Hey, you little dick son of a bitch, nobody loves you)
True

Pale-blue, but we on that
All this blood and sweat
Money in the drawers, baby
I ain't coming yet
What's mine is yours
But don't get used to it

I'll be back in a while
I'll be back in a while
I'll be back in a while

All the drugs and sex
While fucking on the floors, baby
I ain't coming yet
What's mine is yours
And don't you tell nobody

I'll be back in a while
I'll be back in a while
I'll be home in a while

Fuck it, where you been, kismet?
I'm spending this money
Chantilly lace and gold glistening at her navel
Champagne in her hair,
Stacks of racks all up in our fangs
And the smoke is so thick
That we swimming in it
Infinitely
It's just me alone in this inner city,
That distance in between us, and that's cool, it's just
It's just

All these young regrets
Lights under the doors, baby
I ain't coming yet,
What's mine is yours,
Though I guess it ain't much

I'll be home in a while
I'll be home in a while
I'll be home in a while