After All

Okay, I sold my soul, but what's a sinner in these cold times
And after it all, how you see a sinner in a bow tie
Wait, think about it, what's a killer in a V10 Benz
Or 760, the law never seem to see him, so
That's what I'ma aim for whether rain or snow
Standing here alone, trying to figure out the unknown
And if my destiny says I will live a normal life
I say, fuck it I'm leaving, I would really rather die

But that's just me, I guess
Yeah
Check one-two

I know the weed's nice, and the drink's right
And the girls in the apartment ready to give it all up in the first night
And yeah, I get distracted, I'm an ignorant dude
Too fascinated by the little things we like to do
Like sitting on porches, thinking 'bout your daddy's Porsches
It's unfortunate that we been given a fortune
But don't have the slightest clue what to do with it
But then again, it's nothing new, is it?

So with that said, I'ma keep me mind on a
Phantom Drophead and some girlies in the sauna
Phantom Drophead and some girlies in the sauna
Phantom Drophead and some girlies in the sauna