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 to slow.. (x2)
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 youll 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 to slow..
Oh your lights are burning too, burning too, burning to slow... Oh your lights are burning too, just a little too... Just a little too.. (x2)
Your lights are burning too.. Just a little too.. Oh your lights are burning too.. Just a little to 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 leavin him callin You know you’ll be fallin Lights are burning low Your stars are burnin gold Lights are burning low. Your stars are burnin gold