Why you gotta treat me like I’m a low down dirty. Climbin’ up on thirty. Dress like a kid to make me feel young punk. And talk junk. You musta fell out of your bunk. And smacked your head. Or your face or somethin’. I don’t need nobody flyin’ in my jet stream. Take the bus. Go on and get yourself your own dream. This is my own life keepin’ me down. Where I wanna be in my private nation. I’m alone all thinkin’ life’s a phone call. Here for just a while when in my private nation. You can ride or you can go. Why you gonna step on shoes. When you don’t know whose been in ‘em. Have you ever been more than a bump. On a rock that likes to roll. In the middle of a soup bowl in the sky. Use your eyes. It’s all you got till you die. I don’t need nobody flyin’ in my jet stream. Take the bus. Go on and get yourself your own dream. You can ride on it ain’t free. Leave a light on so you can see. How to get back when you go. How to get how to give. How to make ends meet. How to lose how to win. How to stay on the seat. How to use momentum to keep the two wheels straight. How to wait after it feels like you waited so long