Full On

You moved your ass into the city
Where nights are cool you got breezy.
You moved your ass into those violent city lights
Where the cocaine and the cologne made it easy.
You bathed yourself in city fumes and sang yourself the city tunes
They passed down from the hip priests of sofia.
The emblems on your jackets, don't they always make you pay?
Your hard to come by, but bay that's okay.
We're full on.
Those forty nights you spent in prison, they really changed you, turned you on.
There you made jailbird resolutions with yourself.
There you wrote all your shitty poems.
You asked us in your letters, why we always speak of luv,
And why we wear those white jeans and red jackets.
Well history repeats itself ain't modern life a drag?
So you need a dboy he can turn you on.
We're full on.
Those forty nights you spent in Tokyo.
They really changed you, turned you on.
You need to a Dboy to take care of you.
You need a hot void-filler now.
We're full on, baby.
Dboy is full on, baby.