I’m simply tryna regulat like Warren Griffin an Nate
Thoughts expand like a strong rand or puffin on yae
You know the music is a message but a lot is afraid
Sowing the oats far and wide with the tools of my trade
I’m thoroughbred, a jungle warrior competing for fame
Ultra marathon acclaim like I´m running the Comrades
I let a novice tackle the bait, and watch him waste
I want it all like Freddy Mercury except for the AIDS
Kill a man an tell my momma, but I donno the Braids
The price of fame is insane, an most are playing it fake
Chasing the same name that’s dormant to my Binary aim
Sinning for six days straight, Sunday they’re off to go pray
They call it Faith but Ms. Evans tried to keep hers in vain
Forget about Gromit, Wallace didn’t get a close shave
Slugs struck his SUV an sent him straight to his grave
Arranging pathways for the children to pave, sons of slaves
Very brave pulling triggers making, these families wail
Writing a test to see who fails, not shook by going to jail,
It’s hard to play hero when there isn’t a soul to save
That’s like a film shooting running out of video tape
Director’s chair’s like a judge bench when nobody’s there
Wooden and bare so who dare adjudicate upon theirs
Message is clear without a riddle and I’m taking it there
If I’m the prince to these parables the throne has an heir
Fully prepared rocking wears that are rugged to tear
Without a peer resemble Stan as I steer for the pier
Keeping it moving, the proof is in the pudding right here
And what’s a treat without wash down, pa** me a beer
