The moon and stars came out to play ...still can't take the pain away Just another day I'm tryna stay Off the drugs was wide awake Too tired of hate Can't find a finer state Tired of the cocaine and lidocaine I want the dough but not the fame We not the same All you got is your word and your name What you prefer...and what you take in vain A dirty mind that make it rain A strong collective ..that aims to aim Face to face... The winter came There nothing been the same Energy the same...but the sinners'l change I bet they love it and live again Just gimme the money not a single little bitta fame Out of the picture out the window frame