Street Corners

You sold your weed and then you fleed, no problems with the police
And man I miss you, but you made it out, gotta mean something
Fell outta touch, you changed your number, just never stopped running
And damn I miss you, but you made it out, gotta mean something
You sold that green and got your green, no problems with the police
And man I miss you, but you made it out, gotta mean something
I hope you're living good my guy, I hope you got your money
God damn I miss you, but you made it out, gotta mean something

Talk about a lightweight, a couple puffs had you faded
Feeling ourselves, exploring our home pavement
Out past curfew, about 12 AM
Them cop cars was racing, and we couldn't hit our breaks yet
You said get into your car, times-a wasting
To your apartment, hard to believe but we made it
I woke up at 8, scrambled eggs was on the table
Waited till then, took out our last shot and said you saved it
Poured up 2 shot glasses and we drank it
Victory champagne, morning drinking celebration
Tonight we getting lit, fuck living in the basement
First floor but now I'm highest, my declaration
Got away safe, dry in spite of the raining
Gave me a place to stay, Like Tupac said, you 'preciated
God damn, and lord knows we ran bases
Got away safe, but things done happened that's stranger

You sold your weed and then you fleed, no problems with the police
And man I miss you, but you made it out, gotta mean something
Fell outta touch, you changed your number, just never stopped running
And damn I miss you, but you made it out, gotta mean something
You sold that green and got your green, no problems with the police
And man I miss you, but you made it out, gotta mean something
I hope you're living good my guy, I hope you got your money
God damn I miss you, but you made it out, gotta mean something

Everybody in the room is alright
Throw me a discount because I wanna get high
You should owe me some for after last night
I thought we would be dead as soon as I heard the nine
You would thought that they was tryna hit a bullseye
Thanking god that you ain't had no working headlights
You know that gave us help getting ourselves outta sight
You the only man I know I could trust by my side but

You sold your weed and then you fleed, no problems with the police
And man I miss you, but you made it out, gotta mean something
Fell outta touch, you changed your number, just never stopped running
And damn I miss you, but you made it out, gotta mean something
You sold that green and got your green, no problems with the police
And man I miss you, but you made it out, gotta mean something
I hope you're living good my guy, I hope you got your money
God damn I miss you, but you made it out, gotta mean something