Jealousy in the air tonight, I could tell. I will never understand that but oh well.
With a canvas I'm a group of seven. A migraine, take two Excedrin.
And really, I think I like who I'm becoming.
She call me the referee cause I be so official. My shirt aint got no stripes but I can make that pussy whistle.
Never forgetting from where I came and no matter where I'm headed I promise to stay the same
The inside of my wallet is pasture(past your) green.