They try to make me an idol american
Well me to give them something, that they can sell, well they can go to hell
So get mickey mouses a** off my raido (what radio)
They just pullin up buckets from an empty well, well we can tell That the good ones come correct
yea i seen people die for less than that
some motha luvas don't no when to quit
i figured it out
i dont want in So i decided to just be the man that ive always been
make some people laugh
make some people scream
realizin dreams
im building a boat i wont wait for my ship to come in
im pitchin the crest of this wave
and ill ride it again
yes ill ride it again