You know clothing doesn't hang the same,
You're sounding southern you talk my name,
You're into something and you're out of that,
Claim that you missed us but you can't call back,
Some call me bitter but I like the taste,
Tough to resist another one horse race,
Can't face the music so I lift my hood,
Point blank refusing never felt so good,
You sweated blood and now you're seeing stars,
I'm in the gutter with my ego scarred uh huh,
Some call me just a green eyed fool,
Come to think of it that all I do.
Little Barrie
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