Outro Lyrics

Thank you for participating in Operation Rowdy Boy

Please stay tuned for these parting words

Yeah, yeah, time to leave behind the training wheels

I don't need a crutch to display the skills

The old style ain't gon' pay the bills

All the sex talk ain't gon' make a mil'

I'm pushing 30, music full of dirty

Sex encounters, I know how I make 'em feel

Bet the same people that ain't crazy 'bout me

Just gon' play the Intro and then hate me still

Starting from scratch, I'm bringing the drawing board back

I ain't fulfilled

I ain't getting out of this what I sought out to get

And there's still so much space to fill

Y'all done heard me talk about my dick so much

I know it started sounding lame for real

It started back when I was plagued with guilt

Had to play in filth, then became the filth

Don't get me wrong

If it's ill, I'mma say it

Just won't drag it on

Overkill, overplay it

I want most of my songs

Out there filling up your playlists

Most of all, I want my mama still to see me as the greatest

Hold up, most of y'all won't even see the layers

I'll break the album down top to bottom

First part talks about the sex

Second part touches on the violence

Third part talks about the drugs

Fourth part links it all to trauma

I was never just a simple man

Just wore the costume like some body armor

Sick of the damn lies, not living my best life

Y'all been getting misled by all the sickening headlines

But the picture has said a thousand words

Y'all ain't listening, never mind

Never mind the album cover with the picture, the dead eyes

And a sinister red light as I sit on my bed, why?

Now I'm switching it up and extending my shelf life

'Cause that shit ain't gon' sell or shed light

On my state, mental health-wise

I need to express the complexities of my emotions

If life got me joyful, or fearful, or dreadful,

A head full of all the above

Or angry, screaming at the top of my lungs

Well that one's why I needed Follow The Blood

I cut a track from the project

Wasn't just dark, pitch-black, but for context

After the song Dance With The Devil, I was gonna tackle the drama

That I had with his mom next

Then I backed off the concept

It was called the Lies of the Confused

Would expand on the poem read

With that same line that was used

See the blame that I felt was only half in my own head

Which led to abandonment issues

Trust, and even anger management issues

His family misunderstanding the tribute

And telling me, "The dying man should've been you"

When life was what I couldn't stand to continue

But now I'm proud to be the man I turned into

Was never 'bout the wealth, you can't take it with you

When family bids you farewell, and they're handing out tissues

So long, farewell, auf wiedersehen, good night

Done succumbing to demons

I'm out of my fog, I hope they can fight

Invited, you're coming along for the ride

Excited, the past is now so far behind

We driving, the sunset is wonderfully bright

Horizon, I see the success in my sights

Or my name isn't...

Teddy!