My eyes late at night

Bitch they pink they ain’t white

Won’t you step into the light

Come get lost with me in paradise

I’m looking low, looking sly

Booking shows, booking flights

Choking throats, I’m choking cries

I’m having sex with trophy wives

But I’m still by myself all the time

Only made it to my thirties

Cause I got off all them perkies

Bitch I’m talking shooting thirties

Had all my friends and my family worried

I wish you could see me all cleaned up now

I still fuck around, but

Bitch, I’m cleaner now

I still fuck around, what

Nah