Press Your Luck

You said you couldn't stay You've seen it all before, I know And sold you on their way Oh, honey, that's ok No harm, he's armed Settin' off all your alarms When I find out I hope it's you who set this trap And store fronts rarely change At least I'm on my own again Instead of anywhere with you Oh, tell me it's all the same And I've lost my page again I know this is surreal But I'll try my luck with you Oh, this life is on my side Oh, I am your one Believe me, this is a chance Oh-oh, oh-oh Let's see what is for sale He's trying not to give his job a chance Oh, it's never gonna be It's sad, but I agree The signals don't seem right It lasts for just one night and then I'm sorry that I said That we were just good friends No harm, he's armed Settin' off all your alarms Entranced, I can't be here in time I'll think about that And I've lost my page again I know this is surreal But I'll try my luck with you Oh, this life is on my side Well, I'm your one Believe me, this is a chance Oh-oh, oh-oh

See, I don't want your bitch, boy, she got mad lips She choke more than a cinnamon challenge And ooo you never see me round it And all too much money to count it They like ooh you know your stuff Baby, that's what's up Got a girl in Virginia that look better than all your spouses They like ooh you know your stuff Baby, that's what's up Got a girl in Virginia that look better than all your spouses Down on your luck, down on your luck, down Down on your luck, down on your luck, down, oh I'm up this bitch, I got money to burn so she stacking her tits Till I look in her face, and I put it away I ain't throwing this money around She think she's so bad She don't know I had plenty bitches bad Some of them? but know that I keep a few dimes around Girl, keep popping, keep popping Don't stop till the money, ain't dropping Body? but don't face trance I'm fucked up in that... You're... so you need that I'm a real nigga, so I feel that Down on your luck, down on your luck, down Down on your luck, down on your luck, down, oh