What goes around comes around like a hool-a-hoop.

People call it Valentines Day, I call it Tuesday.

Don't judge me. You wanna judge me, put on a black gown and get a gavel. Get in line with the rest of them that's about to judge me. I got court dates every other month. It's me against the world - that's how I feel.

I am probably in the sky, flying with the fish, or maybe in the ocean, swimming with the pigeons. See, my world is different.

Throw dirt on me, and grow a wild flower

I'm so official, all I need is a whistle.

Four tears in my face and you ain't never heard me cry/ I'm richer than all y'all, I got a bank full of pride