2sense

I was rollin dice wearing the old spice watched the man turn the wheel

Nothing left to lose with a head full of booze standing on the edge of my heels

One shot at winning all my dimes were spinnin eyes were rollin in my head

So much anticipation cleared up my constipation nothin more should be said

The people all came down piled in and gathered round to watch the head on trainwreck

And I could feel the heat sweatin like the shoes on my feet pouring down the back of my neck

The ball slowed down shoes left the ground my number was hit on the wheel

I lost my mind the red eight was mine and I began to lose my feel