Angels & Whores

(I wanna know what the f**k's goin' on) What? (One, two, three) All the pretty girls call my home They say what you doing? Where ya going? What ya singing? What's your song? I used to look and wonder Are they angels or are they whores? But I don't look much like that anymore Riding in my Crown Vic Outta school, Half-lit Stop, search, weed, take-down Lip off, the limp d**k Hey mother f**ker kiss the ground (Chorus) I used to look and wonder Are they angels or are they whores? But I don't look much like that anymore I'm gonna take the things I loved (yeah yeah) I'm gonna take all the things that I f**ked up (yeah yeah) I was wrong Children I belong...Children I belong... Children (children) Children (children) Children I belong to you Yeah yeah you (yeah yeah you) (x3) All my pretty gay friends call my name They say where ya been? You cleaned up You're looking good Where ya playing? Crosstown, Downstate, Eastside Bowry Playing for the pus*y and the saps Money undressed me and money molest me As the suburbs set the punk off of my lap (Chorus)