hats off like he's a hard worker
s**er for pretty girls, love torn, tear jerker
work with what he got, and what he's gots a lot
but he ain't got much to prove, at least not now.
and why not cause he's steady on the grind, got the future on his mind
and no time to unwind, but the years have been kind to his face,
no trace of the heartache and hardship embrace
laced on a monday, feeling sort of tough guy
light that sh** homie, easing out that rough ride
some things never change and always fit
when like ed be like "yo, you remember that sh**?" well,
well back to basics back to daily routines,
coming to you live from the burrow of Queens,
from half time, next game, first quarter
these drums are drenched cause we live by the water
watch these sins drift under the bridge,
and the soundtrack still inspiring kids,
now party people in the place to be,
the name is cool calm pete and he loves to mc
scrawl these syllables down to make money,
i write rhymes cause lifes that funny,
what up dunnie? you're barking up the wrong tree,
said something about fate now you lost me,
costly times for funds, i better cash out.
no doubt yo baby, imma take the long route
at least i'll know that i'm half way home,
cause at the end of the day we all die alone but,
when in rome just talk to these girls
cause you don't need reasons to have fun in this world
hurl another penny for the wishes and luck
and this is for the people who ain't giving a f**
it goes on and on and on and,