Love Fortune Fame

All the cool ones are gone all the schoolboys are balling I had my kids all talking before they started crawling I don't know when the race is gonna end Cuz I quit a long time ago before the games began I picture my homie Len jumping the fence Chilling with my brother Ben reminiscing on the dead when I was young I felt like a burning hot sun not a deadbeat dad or a burntout blunt I can remember once But not anymore everything that ever occurred in my life is a slurred blur I used to get locked up Because I was bored now i want to make love to her like I never fucked before and bury the war stories Right next to the warhorse and the war sword because the wars over I'm on a world tour Its the same as it was before just more mature its come full circle the fat ladys singing the overture All the cool ones are gone Left to prison, stories foldin 6 feet deep Or ashes in the Ocean My life in a song Running with them grass stains, solid homies No glass names My flow is Water out the hose spickett Yelling at the window Yo can Ricky come and kick it We paint the picture vivid Dablin Souls on mission man, we live it. D- A -B -L- I -N Focus like a telescope lense I got some hella dope frenz Like two just a to name a few... We trust nobody... Networking with a shotty I stole Arabia from Sadi Feelin' hotter than Mojave My lifestyle is more than a hobby A world tour me and clique waking up in lobbies Jacuzzi feeling cooler than fonzy Happy Days traveling through long beach Smelling the salt from the sea Down them long streets