i gotta way w making it with no steady revnue i jus kept hittin it like life was over dew Stupid is stupid do just a wiz comin thru got no Biz but i flew couldnt sell it just a fluke a road dawg tellin i need a job felon gettin old gigit no longer liftin melons dark cirlcles tell it night up on the party 37 wrinkles is no longer hot commodity like magic getting old tell them folks off parole