Lyrics:

[Intro]
You can judge a bad bitch by the hotel size
They got two pair of lips and they both tell lies

[Chorus]
Monkeyin' around the house for eight hours
But I want a crib as big as King-Kong
Lookin' at my whip, it feel like the Mayflower
I'm lookin' for a home but not for too long
She can read your mind, the girl's got real powers
She don't save a life, but save a bad night
Nothing in the world will last, it don't matter
How many good times can fit in a sad life?

[Verse 1]
My crib is a crash sight of demons and bad guys
They call me a fallen angel, really you half right
I never been no angel, not in my past life
But they always say I'm fallin' for all the same type
I fell for the brunette known in the city
Took me all around like the roles were reversed
Finally paid her back and I took her out the city
But I couldn't take the city life out of her
I'm beatin' the bottle up
I'm keepin' it on the hush
It's my vice, I'm callin' her Kamala
All them bitches are only my friends
I got Phoebes and Rachels and even Monicas
God damn it, I'm on a run
God knows what I run from
Cold winter and the potholes what I come from
Smart family, they all know I'm the dumb one
When they talk about me they say
'No, he never does much'
Genius