Sanoja: Have Nots. Proud. Some Of Mine.

Baby where you going with that rolled up twenty
and the razorblaze in your purse?
I know you think you?re slick and that you?re getting over,
but you?re only gonna make it worse.
Our eyes met across a crowded room
in the basement of a smoke-filled church.
Aw girl you know the world is headed straight for the grave
but there?s no reason you should get there first.

I can tell when I look in your eyes,
behind that brave face I know you?re terrified.
What I?m trying to say is you don?t have to run,
back to your painful past and the shit that you?ve done.
You can still come around from the choices you?ve made,
when the heat?s coming down girl, well, I?ll be your shade,
when the cold light of day is too bright for those crying eyes.

[Chorus:]
Drop another shot, chop another line.
Looking for a piece of the action, but that ain?t no way to find no peace of mind.
On and on and it ain?t never gonna end until you?ve overspent your borrowed time,
But in the meanwhile girl, you can take some of mine
But in the meanwhile girl, you can take some of mine

C?mon girl just pick up your phone,
I wanna know that you?re safe in all the places you roam.
Wish I could say I?m used to sleeping alone,
tossing turning uncertain if you?re coming home.
Hear the taxi door slam and you stumble upstairs,
smelling like breath mints and whiskey and smoke in your hair,
and crawl into bed like you?ve been here all along.

Baby please, just unlock the door,
so I can pick your shaking body off the bathroom floor.
Wrap you up in blankets, put the kettle on,
and we can wait for it to boil while I sing you this song.
Steel myself so I can take it all,
from the blame to the pain to the vitriol.
I?ll still be sitting here when you wake up tomorrow.