Baby
Franky Style
Baby
Mama, here I am again burning my fingers
That bitch left me drinking until the ice
I party because I can, I'm a gentleman
If I have to see you die, I'd rather leave first
I didn't have much of a childhood, already in the 'jose'
With a little beer can and drugs in my boxers
As a kid they know me, they know I'm a rocker
Don't lie to my face that this isn't poker
I keep looking for the devil to sign a pact
I'm tired of taking the metro and mom crying
A messed up life, suicidal thoughts
The bitch who wanted me saw me with another girl
With whom I talked a few times, it's nothing, don't stress
If I love you baby, I cried for you for months
I left the road, lost all faith
I almost lost my mind over that whore
I'm taking those pills for anxiety
Withdrawal hurts like not knowing how to love
Watching TV without paying attention
Thinking infinitely while smoking a blunt
Bro, if you want to see me free, don't give me a weapon
I'll kill those who left me like a panda
All for a bitch whose thong falls off
She comes with her friend, they give in to the gang
I'm always with my people looking for the ticket
The game is hot, the cops are melting
I'm drinking a 'piters' while smoking a joint
A legend like Michael, Jordan, and Scottie Pippen
There's nothing left, oh baby
There's nothing left, oh mama
There's nothing left, oh baby
There's nothing left, oh mama