I’m raising the stakes to make it harder to make a mistake
cause flaking out’s no longer an option, no faking my way
I’m shaking off the detractors and i’m aiming at greatness,
take a number, get in line and just wait, bitch

patience pays off for the fools and the faithless
hunger fuels me like fat couples on dates,
fortified with gratuity, pardon me, this is new to me,
interacting with floozies who flaunt their nudity stupidly

truthfully i need a week, or a month, or a year
to sort out all this bullshit in my head and start to conquer my fears,
it’s weird - cause i’m afraid of myself 
I don’t believe in God but I’m convinced I’m going to hell

until I get there, I’ll slow down, and go round the world
rub elbows with misfits and wallflower girls
I’ll bend space and time with the strength of my rhymes
end up riding dinosaurs in 1969