They used to call me names Said I was just a wanna be But now they all pay to see What they were gettin for free How about them days and now You don't know what to say Ain't it funny how the sun can shine And hide away
And its a long way on a they say highway I'm still runnin A lonesome highway of uncut my way Can you feel me comin In a 59 drop top blood red Cadillac
Knock knockin Black bob at your door Still rockin Everybody say that Knock knockin
They used to say ritchie boy He got no sense But now they say oh bobby man He was my best friend Ain't it funny how the glory and the stories And the times can change And no sense ritchie just But himself a big fuckin airplane
I grew up in the back woods Hung in the crack hoods Learned to pimp Like a mack should I could have been a rich man like pops I never kissed ass And those days since passed Here I stand like Jesus I don't need this Fuck you ho's can squeeze this I cant believe this I'm so wasted From all the fruits of life That I've tasted Never a clone on the microphone I got shit built up Cause I never felt loved at home And all alones how I spend my free time Writin real rhymes Drinkin cheap wine Easy whips And a cracker I'm the master blaster No one cuts faster The king of disaster Is who I am ho And I'll be rippin the fuckin rhymes And ill make you mother shit her pants bro So so You better watch your back Watch for me comin Watch for me comin In a 59 drop top blood red CadillacTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
