Venice - Aire Atlantica

Yeah, someone told me

That you were back in town again

And oh you must be

You off the vodka sprite again

Or it’s the heineken

And I woke up 21 again

And we been living life like

We ain’t having fun again

Oh, I’m sick and tired of

Hearing 'bout your money, man

Oh, you never thought you were such a funny man

I’m 'bout to get myself a house in Venice

You mess with wifey, that’s a life sentence

I ain’t got time for checkin' no baggage

I didn’t come up with no advantage

I didn’t come up with no advantage

I didn’t come up with no advantage

I ain’t got time for checkin' no baggage

I ain’t got time for checkin' I ain’t got time for checkin'

Yeah, I’m sick of sending songs over fucking email

Spending everything I got on fucking retail

How you talking 'bout your cuts

When you know you get none

I ain’t worried 'bout that now

Boy, I’m just getting on

Yeah, I’m sick of sending songs over fucking email

Spending everything I got on fucking retail

How you talking 'bout your cuts

When you know you get none

I ain’t worried 'bout that now

Boy, I’m just getting on

I’m 'bout to get myself a house in Venice

You mess with wifey, that’s a life sentence

I ain’t got time for checkin' no baggage

I didn’t come up with no advantage

I didn’t come up with no advantage

I didn’t come up with no advantage

I ain’t got time for checkin' no baggage

I ain’t got time for checkin' I ain’t got time for checkin'