Music Is The Victim

I left my heart in San Fransisco

It's at some motherfucking disco

The people there where dancin' on it

And that's including Ms. Matronic

Hell if music is the victim then so am I

Of lovin' and a cheatin' the snake gon' bite

I beg and I scream and I cuss and I cry

If music is the victim then so am I

Of your bad fun

Money's all gone but you need some

Lover's on the phone but they got none

Daddy ain't home from the dog run

And you're riding through the city with a shotgun

I left my bag in Pasadena

Where all them girls was doin' Tina

Them bitches sure were crunked up on it

I said I'd rather smoke some chronic

Hell if music is the victim then so am I

Of lovin' and a cheatin' the snake gon' bite

I beg and I scream and I cuss and I cry

If music is the victim then so am I

Of your bad fun

Money's all gone but you need some

Lover's on the phone but they got none

Daddy ain't home from the dog run

And you're riding through the city with a shotgun

I left my man in Houston Texas

Just before he finished breakfast

He said; oh baby fry some more eggs

But I was runnin' on my own two legs

Hell if Jesus had the power then so do I

To rise up from the dead and take up to the sky

I'm bustin' for the money so I get by

If music is the victim then so am I