by like mid October, record was six months over, Due, and I'm like dude what you expect? I'm only three months sober, Coming up turning tree trunks over, running up burning divas, posers, Run amok till the sun is up or till one of us # live la vidaloca, I'm going ta roll until I fold, like I got a hold of Propafol, So beautiful to know you all but for now peace I'm over and out Suffa We were gone so long, Spreading our wings they'd thought we'd broken up, Thought I only closed my eyes for a second, next thing I've woken up, They said we thought we'd let you sleep in, you looked at peace and, I was like you should have spoken up, All this time trying to sober up, Swore a crowd not a crown would be the next thing I opened up, Saw I was so corrupt, I wasn't coping but, Seeing friends going down, had me choking up, Plus a drunk nearly killed Debris in a car that crashed, Left us a DJ who had to start from scratch, So I arched my back, stretched my shoulders, Said let's shed this wretched coldness, Drink from the sun and swallow the heat, Just to spit it out, and have 'em follow the beat, What we gotta give this crowd's something of another class, March till the sun is down and we're walking under stars GOOD FOR NOTHING -- K21 REMIX Chorus I'm no good;