Midnight awakin', hyper ventilatin' Drunk laps runnin' 'round the globe wild goose chasin' After three number one albums woulda thought I'd feel amazin' Still impatient, still sippin' on liquor Still rollin' up Swishers Now it's Bimmers double parking, fuck payin' the meter In your club, on your couches, got paid to be here On your girl rubbin' on my favorite features How could they tease us? Only wanted Ben Franklins and Mona Lisas Jesus, Jesus, Jesus Man, I might fuck 'round, lose my mind, I gotta break out I'm on a stakeout, on a farm or your lake house Around 3 AM, dawg I was gettin' busy in the bathroom stall Bad mamacita, Miami Heat her, put her in a two-seater Too bad I couldn't three-peat her Need a whole lotta vida 'fore I see the reaper House full of snow bunnies, puttin' trees up like it's Christmas Easter With more stamps than a skinny nigga, got tats on my visa I know the kids in La Flame, they don't trust, they believe it, I mean Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus Man, I might fuck 'round, lose my mind, I gotta break out I'm on a stakeout, on a farm or your lake house Jesus, Jesus (I mean), Jesus, Jesus Man, I might fuck 'round, lose my mind, I gotta break out I'm on a stakeout, on a farm or your lake house Jesus, Jesus (I mean), Jesus, Jesus I might fuck 'round, lose my mind Jesus Jesus, Jesus, Jesus Jesus