I’ll tell you what
and say again.
To tell the truth…
where to begin?
Got the ketchup
mayonnaise blues.
My heart it is
heavy like stone.
The more I win
the more I lose.
And why do I
feel so alone?
Days of shame and
a game of chance.
In the chamber
just one bullet.
All this talk of
Russian romance.
Make more sense to
grow a mullet.
Work for the mob
not the masses.
I say I got
no boss of me.
Fans from famous
Calabasas.
That’s what gives me
my energy.
Labels can be
sticky issues.
Just like toilet
paper tissues.