It's Like A Jungle Sometimes

It's Like A Jungle Sometime,

straight to the heart we get a brand new start

Shooting pool down at the bar

Sipping on the Cool Aid watching those honey's

Say you have to act your age

but what do they know

Surfing the web looking for my next fix

Drifting into dreams filled with evil schemes

Loose lips sinks ships take some time to move those hips

We once were young now were old

You will do what you are told until the rights to you are sold

Breaking down on the cement floor

Flirting with my blunt haven't even made a dent

Women will make or break you

The writings on the wall

Standing up straight like ten feet tall

The world is my oyster and I'm still it's shiny pearl

Suffer in silence like pleasure with a boy on girl

Going to reach the top

Grabbing the hips down to the socks

Not sense the days of Scott Larock

Got to write things down

No use hanging your head down to the ground.

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