I see you over there, blowing away for me The type of tailor that when I ride, you’ll see They say he never was sad ‘cause he needs his power He needs his power But I will punch right as I take a shower We only got an hour to feel it Blow it south and you Come out, yes I made you Care about … and you Come out as I play you These are the broadways To rub that shame off Blow it south and you Come out, yes I made you You got the eyes of a doll Rolling all in your skull Always they end bad The worse thing on my dog days Your throwaways Let’s find me up, boy, get it like the rest … I’ll do what I have to, to death Fight with your chest out Blow it south and you Come out, yes I made you Care about … and you Come out as I play you These are the runaways To rub that shame off Blow it south and you Come out, yes I made you As I fall down your throat I broke it off