Real money what this all about, all out. Going in on the job call out - never. Call my agent for the tour route. Van is rented, band is in it, love it when we all together.
I fell asleep with open eyes again. Seeing me how others see me on my mind again. I hope I don't find offense. With people's versions of what I present.
Been on the road for quite some time now. En route to work is the only time that I wind down. I feel like Caesar on a quest to make Rome bigger. I played in trees as a child and could never climb down.
If I could make time, I wouldn't make nothing else. I feel like with time, anything would probably make itself. Evolution or incentive, I'm just trying to grow to the point that my interests.
Just one dollar below 10K, that's the amount I'm flying with. One more buck and the law comes out and they all want to know about why I'm rich. I'm not rich I'm just on the way back to the land where they need this grip.
So I'm here now so I count my blessings. More in store, more corridors that I'll explore. And all in time, I'll cross their thresh and. Be better than ever before, to think.
These are good days for bad people, sad sequel to a unrated. Story About the underrated told by the makers of the evil. And still I'm lining up to get a preview.