 A count in the red would throw me in a panic Spending that mortgage on that voyage to Atlantis When single honeys was with me Throwing singles 20s and 50s The dances was 150 Walking that drone on my dolo until the last round Owner know my name, bypassing the pat down I was drawing priorities all out of whack Had to get to my lowest point to start climbing back And that scratch on the surface of all the hurting No pity parties, turn that pain to power, that's for certain So all that's getting deep, this is talking