Strolling down the strip, we were strip tripping Tipping all the dealers we were gin sipping Go gamble, fuck hos, knows everybody smokes dope You can smell on our A bit of indo a little bit of girls Because we kind of curious what was under their skirts
Oh, we're just fucking They don't know we're just around
Split it, hit it, win it, around for a minute Throw another bill in it; though, you'll be without credit You will be that you did, 'cause you'll be fucked up and faded With a gold digger who's and thinks that you're rich and witty
Oh, we're just around They don't we're just fucking around
I'd been from drinking My are AWOL I'm thinking I needed a room for the On to the with the beacon I a tip to this chick it was a chip worth a grip but that was it A and a key and I went to my room Oh, not two, were three different whores all for me What a what a place they won't remember my face
No one knows, oh, we're just fucking They know we're just fucking around
Soon afternoon and I'd been up for two days I had played the same game with money and hos you how it goes Our weekend had ended with all the hos we But our egos had landed since we went empty handed Come on and go, let's go hit the road for four hours home go and get stoned and no one will know