Rancid - Cocktails

Broke, dough, dope, the line is choked.
Smoked the last dollar to a name.
Are you buying?
Are you selling girl?

Talking square never change.
And if I really wanna know.
What it means for her to be free.
Oh she’s mixing cocktails.
In a squat down avenue c.
Yeah running through the street.

The parasitic ? ? ?
Ah, don’t give her a fight.
He gets shallow so I know.
There won’t be no fucking rainbow in sight.
And then deny allegations so strenuously.
Oh man, don’t get outta control.
She was left wrestling in a silent anger.
So hell I can’t be there for her.

I ain’t looking for answers.
I don’t want nothing is for free.
I sure don’t want your respect.
I just wanna know who’s talking to me.
I just wanna know who’s talkin’ to me.

I know she’s jackin, homegirl’s mackin’.
Tried to make sure am I in love.
? ? ? you and me.
She won’t relinquish herself to you, and I sense an emergency.

She can cry, she can hide.
In the lower east side.
Been so low in the fast lane curse.
Above all the infamous, with it’s circus of the fools.

And if I really want to know how the pernicious stay on top.
Oh they don’t break, no break they don’t fake.
They think they’ll wake.
They don’t stop.

I ain’t looking for answers.
I don’t want nothing is for free.
I sure don’t want your respect.
I just wanna know who’s talking to me.
I just wanna know who’s talkin’ to me.

Yeah.

I just wanna know who’s talkin’ to me.
I just wanna know.
I just wanna know who’s talkin’ to me.