I'm praying for rain in California So the grapes can grow and they can make more wine And I'm sitting in a honky in Chicago With a broken heart and a
styles I predict [Chorus:] I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win And I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the
I belived, I believed, I believed Now I'm a backseat driver from America And I'm not at the wheel of control And I am guilty, I am worn, I am the root
s fat And I'm just so ferocious to the rhythm of a high hat Why ask why? Cuz how, whenever I do it I buy what I wanna buy Do what the fuck I wanna do
from Chicago All aboard the African Queen I'm on a night boat down to Cairo Feeling like a tourist with a foreign man abroad Tells it like he thinks
you got a man girl, you ain't my friend I'm sick of all these chicks sitting up my joint Girl if you got your own man, yeah there ain't no point But anyway
is here; It's a couple a bucks I'm sure you're glad to pay Whip it out, here is your receipt Now I'll go away Now I'll go away Now I'll go away Now I'
standing in line To purchase tickets to see her blow like Chicago wind And I'm ridin with Common looking for Chicago zen And like Chicago winds, I was once a
niggas see I know! [Chorus:] Voy a vivir aqui, voy a nacer aqui, asta la muerte Aqui, asta la muerte Voy a vivir aqui voy a nacer aqui, asta la muerte
with plans of getting me captured Even behind bars, I'm still gon' shine I'm 10 years younger than Yayo, I get out, I'm fine Then I go right back, nigga I
Our bitch a dime, yours lookin like a sinkhole Like a free throw, man I'm ballin out Blew a kiss to the girls, now they fallin out I pull up in the streets
have I'm putting miles on my body, bout due for a tune up in this gas station, food ain't really helping but I'm loving every minute, every road signs
I'm not a crack rapper, I'm not a backpacker (ha ha ha) I'm not a wack rapper, moonlighting as a bad actor I treat labels like the projects, cause I'm