when my mama ask me will I ever change I tell her yeah, but it's clear I'll always be the same Until the end of my time . My attitude got me walkin solo, ride out alone in my jeep Watchin the whole world move in slow motion For quiet times disappear, listen to the ocean Smokin Ports, think my thoughts, then it's back to coastin.
Who can I trust in this cold world?
Now who's to say if I was right or wrong? To live my life as an outcast, outnumbered all along Remain strong in this planet full of player haters.so when the angel comes down and takes my soul away hope memories of me and my acts will always stay .
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