Part I
I never turned my attention to this addiction
This addiction that now rages
i have been living in cages baby
baby
baby it don't matter if
i got all the racks in racktown
or if I’m shredding through celtics like Magic
i should be turning pages,
shorting stacks from the gym wages again
the thirst for millions
always rages.
and there ain’t nothing wrong with that.
cause it ain’t money that’s the root of all evil,
love of money is the root of that,
so when the devil walks by
bring down the brim of your hat,
don’t make eye contact,
don’t sign no democrat’s contract,
cause to real life socialist
the winner of a government contract will one day
make the perfect public utility.

like Dwayne and Greg once sang
i’m a ramblin man
thru and thru
the highway makes my heart pound,
and I’ll hit that highway in any old g ride
on the Pacific tide with sails or outboards
i just wanna be on the road with you
forever.

Part II
i put my fuckin time in on the street
two decades boys
placing checks long in zeros
at the boss's feet.
but that's just what I had to do
that's just what I had to do,
i had to do it for you
all I ever wanted was you
just cause I never asked you to stay true
doesn't mean that I didn't want you
all I wanted was you,
and I don't have you.
why don't I have you
why don't I have you?
now you're with some OG who's nothing
just a nice guy it's plain to see.
what did I ever lose besides the money when I gambled?
you're a gambler like me baby,
we keep it lit up all night,
we bang strong stuff
till our heads are right.
why has it always scared you so much to bet on me,
if you believe in me and not just my money?
what would you say if I told you that I'm about to get mine like never before,
i'm finally the boss
of a destiny that I can be proud of.
i'll give you what you want all night

but sometimes long days stretch out like hurdles,
and I'm forced to show bad hands that shake like autumn leaves
that's the ptsd from these streets
i have it bad now but please don't tell anyone,

fucked up bones and eyes right now
i got scars from the streets
i got scars from the streets
and a heart covered in dirt.

and I got all these scars being a hero,
im my biggest hero
i've saved myself so many times.
so I don't need you
but there is something that always has struck me when I think about you,
why haven't we ever had more time to take things slow
and treat love like things made of crystal glass
instead of metal
all while this new guy has all the time in the world to be an idiot baby,
but you better never forget that
one night it seems...