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 ridin' through the city with a shotgun

I left my bag in Pasadena
Where all them girls was doin' Tina
Them bitches sure where 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 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
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