I'm getting older
Can you forgive me
For what I sold ya
A man who deceives
You're lies buried inside my mind
Sorry I was dumb
Took the beating until I was numb
Sorry I was drunk
Eight-balls clouded my thoughts
Please consider when you judge
I am also made of flesh
Got the itch I confess
I'm getting older
Can you forgive me
For what is sold ya
A 24 old thief
Wake up, you get older
F*ck it I'm still young
When I picture you, you are gone
F*ck, it won't be long
Eight-balls clouded my thoughts
Please consider when you judge
I am also made of flesh
Got the itch I confess