You don't where ya' goin' toYou just walk straight headDoesn't feel like youre deadLooking around, searching succesTrying to catch a ridlle that u can guessIt makes no senseJust like sex,After the weddingJust like da' million dollar bux that youre bettingBut it doesn't matter,Cause ya' not mister MathersAnd ya' still walking straightAnd also u manage to waitFor better timesFor better rimesIn ya' lifeGet some moneyA houseA wifeA kidA problemA painAnd again a problem....
