Walk in the building with a strut heater, boss man
Lady on his hip with a grip, never off-brand
If you run your lip with a tip, you get toast, man
Put your cups in the air for the boss man
Oh, oh, oh
Nights are long and it all ain't pretty
Counting crows in a broken city
Pushing drugs to supply the willing
Cnd at the end, I hope God has pity
In the corner of a room
That's where deals are made
You pay your way, he don't come the same
Cause scars never fade that easily
Walk in the building with a strut heater, boss man
Lady on his hip with a grip, never off-brand
If you run your lip with a tip, you get toast, man
Put your cups in the air for the boss man
The liaison of the evening
Make sure that you know what you want
Cause time is money and the high comes quick
Cnd the night is young
Walk in the building with a strut heater, boss man
Lady on his hip with a grip, never off-brand
If you run your lip with a tip, you get toast, man
Put your cups in the air for the boss man
Put your cups in the air for the boss man