ever happened, I didn't think it ever could, I'm the author of sappy love songs, Trading in my bachelorhood. Something snapped deep inside me, Something
blues That's my Sureno blues That's my Sureno blues That's my Sureno blues That's my Sureno blues That's my Sureno blues That's my Sureno blues That'
myself a real good time downtown L.A. is a soul graveyard where you got to be hard or get jacked it lacked a certain sense of something something basic
love them all but for different reasons Every grand old building from a time of visions Every single song, every syncopation It must be something that makes
they want it than they love it If they don't than they can suck it And, what I mean by it You should re-try it I'm on my Dean, you be on a dean-diet
had myself a real good time downtown L.A. is a soul graveyard where you got to be hard or get jacked it lacked a certain sense of something something
Hands to waistline, walking to a bassline Good food in my belly, good love on my mind Turn around to a kiss deep enough to stop time Open up to a smile
a stranger in every now and then? Why do sucker emcees spit loud and claim to be the hardest And then sit down to write their rhymes with a dictionary plus a
abstract or I'm too deep [drums] Yeah I'm deep, deep in debt, deep in thought Falling off the deep end without a bungee (Wooo!) 'Cause life is a circus
they want it than they love it If they don't than they can suck it And, what I mean by it You should re-try it I'm on my Dean, you be on a dean-diet And
