Every time I’m by myself/it’s all eyes on me/and everybody that be looking/I should charge em a fee/cause ain’t a damn thing free/that’s to obvious to see/Im like the wind from a hurricane blowing on the trees/or a George Foreman body blow/that knock you to your knees/You’ll realize time flies/you wasted nine lives/you ain’t gain yourself no allies/or drink no fine wine/you just set up on the sideline stuck on quiet time