Just like seventies goofballs

He's waiting on last calls

Well listen to Method Man

Cause if you leave him the last line

Don't leave him the brown kind

Born just a little too slow..

Just a little too..

Oh your lights are burning too..

Just a little too..

Oh just a little too..

Cause if he picks up the wrong kind

You'll know you'll be turning blind

Gun at your head

Lay him down just the wrong way

You know that he's turning gray

Born just a little too slow..

Cause if you leave him the last line

Don't leave him the brown kind

Well listen to Method Man

So if you're leaving him calling

You know you'll be falling

Lights are burning low

Your stars are burning gold

Lights are burning low

Your stars are burning gold

Born just a little too..