When I was young I was working with a lot of people being out in the south. My uncle wrote for Al Green and I was around Al a lot.

They take the greats from the past and compare us. I wonder if they'd ever survive in this era. In a time where it's recreation, to pull all your skeletons out the closet like Halloween decorations.

Wrong way down a one-way, women don't get saved 'round me even on a Sunday.

Still findin' myself, let alone a soulmate, I'm just sayin'

I've asked about you and they told me things but my mind didn't change and I still feel the same.

I'm good, I don't need no help. Cause I'm better off by myself then to start over with somebody else.

I'm in the mood to get faded, so please bring your finest.