Blue ball, who fault? mine, only cause i stick around
Good little girl who kept on moving from town to town
Now i'm on the road and moving so i can spread my music
But when i come around her crib, i go in on this chick
A star gleaming and its me, my victims screaming to be free
And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy
To being a being and beating the back roads and being it
Wicked ambition go give this shit a coroner visit
By those that were slow as molasses, take this shit to school
A rock to the moving sea, you're nothing, and soon you'll
If we thinking success is only measured by your money
Now i'm free, being a stick up kid is my reality
If you can't follow the context save yourself from being a fool and just go
Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row
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