Text: Rancid. Life Won't Wait. Cocktails.

Broke, dough, dope, the line is choked
Smoked the last dollar to her 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
She's mixing cocktails
In a squat down Avenue C
Lord have mercy

The parasitic clean on the most list easy
Don't give her a fight
Ditch is coming shallow, so I know
There won't be no fucking rainbow inside

And they deny allegations so strenuously
Man, don't get outta control
She was left wrestling in her silent anger
So hell, I can't be there for her

I ain't looking for answers
I don't want nothing for free
And I sure don't want your respect
I just wanna know who's talking to me
I just wanna know who's talking to me

I know she's jacking, homegirl's macking
Tried to make sure, am I in love?
So she fixes them, to confuse them
That I know that [Incomprehensible]

[Incomprehensible]
It's unstoppable for 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
There's a road in the fast lane cursed
Above all the infamous
Wicked circus of the fools

And if I really wanna know
How the pernicious stay on top
They don't break, no, they don't fake
They need no wake, they don't stop

And I ain't looking for answers
I don't want nothing for free
And I sure don't want your respect
I just wanna know who's talking to me
I just wanna know who's talking to me

I just wanna know who's talking to me
I just wanna know who's talking to me