text: Midnight awakin, hyper ventilatin
  Drunk laps runnin round the globe wild goose chasin
  After three number one albums woulda thought Id feel amazin
  Still impatient, still sippin on liquor
  Still rollin up Swishers
  Now its 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
  Im 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 couldnt three-peat her
  Need a whole lotta vida fore I see the reaper
  House full of snow bunnies, puttin trees up like its Christmas Easter
  With more stamps than a skinny nigga, got tats on my visa
  I know the kids in La Flame, they dont trust, they believe it, I mean
  Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus
  Man, I might fuck round, lose my mind, I gotta break out
  Im on a stakeout, on a farm or your lake house
  Jesus, Jesus , Jesus, Jesus
  Man, I might fuck round, lose my mind, I gotta break out
  Im on a stakeout, on a farm or your lake house
  Jesus, Jesus , Jesus, Jesus
  I might fuck round, lose my mind
  Jesus
  Jesus, Jesus, Jesus
  Jesus