Regrets Ive had a few
I did it MY WAY
Yeaaa
It was Friday night, I was holdin her closely
Say she wanna ride
I say I jus want a trophy
Im Johnny Little
If you aint know, now you know me
Poppin bottles, to impress coke-bottle shaped shorties
They don know all this money borrowed
Credit got a white boy rich
Ion deal wit sorrow, got some ious
Pay em back tomorrow
Still rockin Fila shoes
One day they'll hear me
Cop the flow jus like a menstrual cycle
Right back to it, month after month
Inbetween its lookin tasty
The type you munch, take out to lunch
You wife her up, two hits you done uh
She come back for round three, four, five, six yuh
Still say she can't get enough
An Ion know if its the liquor talkin
I plug in my vintage walkman
Listen to Frank Sinatra
While I build my coffin
Regrets Ive had a few
I did it MY WAY
It was Friday night, I was holdin her closely
Say she wanna ride
I say I jus want a trophy
Im Johnny Little
If you aint know, now you know me
Regrets Ive had a few
I did it MY WAY