The game ain't always fair and that's the thing though. You can play your heart out, everyone don't get a ring though.
Live without pretending, love without depending, listen without defending, speak without offending.
I can't hear the critics talking over the applause.
I talk slicker than a pimp from Augusta who just had his linen suit dry-cleaned
Like a sprained ankle boy I aint nothin to play wit
I know you left me once, but I came right back to find you. Even though I like being in your past, you got a bright future behind you.