They told me time is money and it dont make sense
to waste a couple hundred years drinkin beers on the steps
talkin that could , shoulda , woulda, got sum money and blew up
just that same stotty nose little kid that'd pick boogers,
neva grew up, or gave a fuck what they expect from me
but through each year i swear that they get the best of me
shits ugly trust me watch the hands on the clock
while surgery really worried me the next mans glock
to hurt me or try 2 murk me then swear that it wasnt purposley
or personal but personally i think