Well I'm trying to be patient But the wheels keep turning round But it's a treadmill and I just dragging my feet I'm so tired of everything Defeated by
Yesterday came and went and I wasn't present The weeks were laid out like pavement Work and drink and sleep, repeat Upon the beaten path I kept on my
Well, I'm trying to be patient Yeah, the wheels keep turning around But it's a treadmill and I'm just dragging my feet I'm so tired of everything, defeated
Psych I'm spiking you like a football Been this way since I've stood a foot tall Your'e a good catch with a shitty spouse Pretty mouth and a good jaw Gimme good
stretched out before me The road that led me out of his life I can still feel the tears he cried on my shoulder The day that I told him good-bye
you miss him But to accept death, is just the side of a good Christian And I miss him, just words, and I lived it in life And I take it step by step,
gotta carry this And beats, rhymes and life is where the marriage is Had Dreams of Fuckin R&B broads, it came true Journalist I wreck, shared the same view Picked up a fallen angel on the path
instead fate didn't hesitate To put you away, close the gates now you're locked out Your life cable, with all the porn channels blocked out (Damn!) What you good
Im spiking you like a football Been this way since Ive stood a foot tall Youre a good catch with a shitty spouse Got a pretty mouth and a good jaw Gimme good
you (My pain, my strife) Oh baby, oh baby I will never leave you girl (Good days, bad nights) You know I love you (Lovely fistfights) Oh baby, oh baby You're my path
and don't say much Peer in the mirror, feeling dead from the face up Coffee pots, cigarettes, morning Js, Baileys Slowing down my day before it picks up the pace Beats
Because I wanna talk about the hearts of men Who knows what evil lurks within them But let's take a travel down the blindside And see what we find on this path
and hell Don't even bother me ever since eleven and twelve I've been that prodigy though life has never been swell Somewhere there's gotta be where a good
agent One side of the story Shit cooked up from Gravediggaz laboratory Transformin' brains with remains of a slug With the Undertaker makin' beats that's bugged Path
