all that glitters isn't gold and should've done what I was told but know I'm old got dirt on my hands and a clean coat but feel colder these days is getting out of order I'm in prime I like to think all the time me on top and me with the best ryhms me with all the girls grabbing on my thighs ya ya ya should shoulda done what I was told ya but now I'm older mama don't misunderstand I'm not getting bolder I'm just trying to the angel on your shoulder I regret the bad times but alway live for the next ryme in life don't give me no strife why are colder this time mama don't go I got so much time to give and so little lines to give just hear mw out before you go I was so bad and so low you picked me up though thank you your the real goat and I will always know you wrote all the good notes