RODEO

Sometimes, I forget why I picked up this craft

Sat on my ass all day writing rough drafts

But I got a brief glimpse at the fame but that was swept under the rug

Those items devalued when I used to sign autographs

And it makes me laugh, that we even really took it that far

Rolled in mamas dodge to shows, but we felt like true stars

Recording in my homies closet, but we was doing something right

My sounds were getting played at all the local clubs and the bars

But I couldn't even get in, I was still just a minor

We thought we were eatin big, but we still ate at the diners

Maybe it got to my head cause that life has disappeared

Shoulda had a reality check, someone give me a shiner