Said yeah there's people talking but I don't know what they're saying
Said if you hate the game then why the fuck you play it
And I'm cruisin I-90 and my mind is kinda racing
And I don't know how I'll get out of this one this time
Two, three, four
Cus I won't listen to your lessons
Why don't you just shut your mouth
I can't hear what the old heads saying
Why do they keep talking aloud?
Cus they don't really know shit
I'm a fucking culprit
Of this world we live in
Painted false feelings
Now I hear the banging sounds
From drums they're playing underground
The people chanting please come down
You got too high don't fuck around
Cut it
What is there left to say
I'm losing my cool trying to find my way
But I could never complain
There's people stuck outside in pouring rain
But what would you have to do
To understand what its like in their shoes
Boy you got a lot to lose
So maybe don't fuck around and you'll get a clue
