Why you gotta treat me like I’m a low down dirty Climbin’ up on thirty Dress like a kid to make me feel young punk And talk junk You musta fell out of your bunk And smacked your head Or your face or somethin’
I don’t need nobody flyin’ in my jet stream Take the bus Go on and get yourself your own dream
Cuz this is my own life keepin’ me down Where I wanna be in my private nation I’m alone all thinkin’ life’s a phone call Here for just a while when in my private nation You can ride or you can go
Why you gonna step on shoes When you don’t know whose been in ‘em Have you ever been more than a bump On a rock that likes to roll In the middle of a soup bowl in the sky Use your eyes It’s all you got till you die
I don’t need nobody flyin’ in my jet stream Take the bus Go on and get yourself your own dream
You can ride on, it ain’t free Leave a light on, so you can see How to get back when you go
How to get, how to give How to make ends meet How to lose, how to win How to stay on the seat How to use momentum to make the two wheels straight How to wait after it feels like you waited so long
|
|