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Headlocked in this Hollywood armpit
Pushed along by ego driven bullshit
Dreaming of another place where I can ease my mind
The weather's always perfect here but I don't see the sunshine
And I'm not blind
I've been chasing that old story: rags to riches
Forgetting I've had riches to begin with
I was a good man in my good ol' days
But now it seems them good old days are done
The less I see my family, the more of a fucking scumbag I become
Before I asked you for your name
I would probably ask you if you had cocaine
The fuck I care about your life; I only care about mine
You ain't no potential wife; I'll only see you one time
So let's get high
I've been fucking with too many different bitches
Calling women bitches to begin with
I was a good man in my good ol' days
But now it seems them good old days are done
The less I see my family, the more of a fucking scumbag I become
[Break]
My life ain't over, not just yet
But it's much too late for me to not regret
The days and nights I've wasted, how I've spent my borrowed time
I wasn't raised to be so empty, selfish and unkind
I don't know why
If I knew God I'd ask him for forgiveness
And why he even put me here to begin with
I was a good man in my good ol' days
But now it seems them good old days are done
The less I see my family, the more of a fucking scumbag I become
- Album:
- The Cookout Chronicles [Explicit]
- Livin Foul
- Continue
- Unplugged
- It’s Been A While
- Scrub Life (Mixtape)
- Eviction Notice
- Miscellaneous
- The Cookout Chronicles
- Radio 10 Gold Top 4000 - box
- Formel 80 - 80 Perlen der 80er
- The Best Year Of My Life: 1987
- Best Of Peters Pop Show
- BAMS 80er - Pop & Wave
- Guilty Pleasures
- Pure... Electronic 80s
- Cutting Edge 80s
- Pure... Alternative 80s
- Soft Rock Classics
- Eldorado 4