oh uh since you can't know my pain you look into my eyes you can't recognize my face you're my moment you can't stay inside but you belong to me you you belong to me oh oh because Music got you lost Nights pass so much quicker than the days did Same room, you ain't ready for your day shift Space so big, you lost Baby, it's okay that my niggas get stoned And they're walkin' in the tracks when they're not everywhere So blame it on me That he didn't call you home Oh, so blame it on me, girl Cause he won't let you have fun Oh, so blame it on me, girl Cause he won't let you have fun This is a happy car Like a happy tear In a happy car Oh, this is fun, this is fun Oh, this is fun to me Oh, oh, oh, oh Bring the 707 now Bring the 707 now Two puffs for the lady who be down for that Whatever, together Bring your own stash of the greatest Trade it, roll the dub, burn the dub Cough the dub, taste it, then watch us chase it With a handful of pills, no chasers Jaw clenching on some supersized papers She bad in a headband Escaping, the van is a wonderland And it's half past six Reed's dies cause time don't exist And when the stars shine back to the crib Superstar lines back at the crib And we can test out the tables We got some brand new tables All glass and it's four feet wide But it's a must to get us ten feet high She give me *** in a handbag Can't get her wetter than a wet nap And no closed doors So I listen to Ramones echo I heard he do drugs now You heard wrong, I've been on it for a minute We just never act a fool That's just how we *** live it And when we act a fool It's probably cause we mixed it Yeah, I'm always on that okie-dokie Them white boys know the deal, ain't no *** phony Big O know the deal, he don't want me, show me Watch me ride this *** beat like you *** trailer Is that your girl? What's her *** story? She kinda bad, but she riding like a *** pony Lock her down, uh-huh, man, be her *** story Yeah, I'm talking bout you, man, good to know me Ain't no offense, though, I promise you If you a real man, dude, you gon' say the truth But I'm a nice dude, with some nice dreams And we can turn this to a nightmare on the street La-la-la, la-la-la-la-la I'm so gone, so gone Bring out the glass tables With the 707 now La-la-la, la-la-la-la-la I'm so gone, so gone Bring out the glass tables With the 707 now La-la-la, la-la-la-la-la I'm so gone, so gone Bring out the glass tables With the 707 now La-la-la, la-la-la-la-la I'm so gone, so gone Bring out the glass tables With the 707 now 707 now 707 now