Leaving on a Mayday, fine summer pain. In his heart on his tounge, the taste is sweet again. Leaving on a Mayday, fine summer pain. But he said a feather, and his mind can take all, his feet are moving again.
Well, it's the super duper Snoopa, once again I'm on the fly. Swoopin' through I'm in my coupe and all the **** want a ride. If it's trippin' like I'm clippin' I'm still grippin' on my nine.