Morris Day

[Verse 1: Slug] Stepped inside this depth of a dive With nothing but my breath and this rep that I'm riding Check around the room to get a fresh look Most these names already in the guest book So I'm gonna sit on my stool and sip solo The missing half of a stack of ripped photos If she don't know so, the odds are blowing up

Watch the word work, the gods are throwing up I never had trouble with the lovable Walk down that hill and fuck all the buffalo And by the time I get done with the small town Ashes of bridges and all the walls fall down Sitting in the middle of dialogue I know I'm not the brightest star Otherwise I'd probably be one foot out the front entrance

Before one sentence even starts breathin - I'm leavin' Don't need another reason to carry guilt But she got a fair grill and she very built Plus I like her smile and her eyes are wild Should I try to inspire you to bite my style Hold up - you can't take every 20 something back to the lab Just to jelly up her belly button No thank you, my name is Sean

Here's a dollar for the jukebox - go play my song [Hook] {X2} Cause this type of shit happens every day We all go to heaven, even enemies may You better stay in your place where the memories play I'm just trying to live life cool - Morris Day [Verse 2: Murs] On the B L O C, laying low key

Hair gettin' braided whilst I'm talking to the homie OG, standing in the corner not talking The little homie's sister wanna borrow my walkman It's front yard politics, we talk a lot of shit Who we wanna fight, broads that we're trying to hit Kinda get bored so we bail to the store Then we back, posted up for a few hours more Now the homeboy cousin bring his ass downstairs

Tryin' to spark some convo, but don't nobody care Neither life or a square, I'm not even lookin' No respect on the block cos he a mark n a hoodie And I know this fool gonna say something sideways The homeboy just start him out last Friday Twenty years old, getting punked every Friday Think that he hard cos he did time at YA But my crew don't play, no time for discussion

Kept talkin' shit so my homeboy rushed him Stomped him out in the grass 'til he had a concussion Take ya ass in the house fool. don't say nuttin' As he walked up the stairs heard him cry through the screen door Sucker ass chump, what he tryin' to make a scene for Know that he heard me cos the window was open So I talked even louder and we kept on jokin'