Got a lotta heart ache He's a fucking weasel Want to make a deal He's a player, diarrhea giver Tried to grow his hair out I would like to find him Friday night Hanging out with mom and trying on his fathers tights Life just sucks, I lost the one, I'm

I do what the fuck I want to, I'm grown I got my own money I just do what the fuck I want to, I'm grown I got my own house I got my own car I just do what the fuck I want to, I'm grown, I'm grown Yeah, I got my own business, I make my own deals Niggas

You make me feel like no one I sing my words, I'm fucked at dealing Really want me to be a good son why? With your life's dead bodies everywhere Come on, step inside, and you will realize Tell me what you need, tell me what to be What's your vision?

Do what you wanna do Who to sock it to I can't tell you It's your thing (It's your thing) And if you want me to love you, maybe I will I need you woman, it ain't no big deal You need lovin' just as bad as I do, now Make's me no difference now, who you

Eyes are gonna roll back I'm here to kill time It ain't yo fast train I'll be the king running near the wheel I ain't looking to make no deals here no For you to go I'ma gon' spill Everybody wants to be a showman Yeah they all got another one Everybody