Music Is The Victim

I left my heart in San Francisco

It's at a motherfuckin' disco

The people there were 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'll 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 ridin' through the city with a shotgun

I left my bag in Pasadena

Where all them girls was doin' Tina

Them bitches sure was 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'll 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 ridin' 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 has 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

And 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 ridin' through the city with a shotgun

Ridin' through the city with a shotgun

Ridin' through the city with a shotgun