Smokin' a joint with my homies in the village
I remember when she didn't slept with me
Much better than her, was the fucking police
Much better than her, was the fucking police

Smoke to the head
I live among this chaos
They want me dead
They want me down, beneath the surface

I'm deleting her number from my phone list
Of course, we know
It can't be worse than this
Truth is fading
Nothing to do about it
Much better than her, was the fucking police

Much better than her, was the fucking police
Much better than her, was the fucking police

Smoke to the head
I live among this chaos
They want me dead (gimme this, gimme that)
They want me down, beneath the surface

Much better than her, was the fucking police
Much better than her, was the fucking police
Much better than her, was the fucking police
Much better than her, was the fucking police