[Chorus: x2] I've made up my mind for a lifetime I've made up my mind for a lifetime [Verse 1:] Bring in the verse and let's go I think I've gotta be the most indecisive person I know That incident I can't forget about in Paris, France I spent seven hours pickin' out a pair of pants I'm just a rapper, a ba*tard child But sometimes, I think my brain is on backwards After a while, I'll finally come to a decision or two It's kinda funny what a 90/20 vision'll do Like this one time, I must've set the time One hour too late, woke up at a quarter to 8 I had to be at work in fifteen But it takes me forty-five minutes just to get clean After showerin' another half-an-hour when I iron a shirt, you've gotta try it, it works I'm tryin' to find an excuse to not go to work, but instead I swallowed my pride and got out of bed Funky as hell [Chorus x2] [Verse 2:] Now I'm at my baby mom's house If this chick gets to actin' crazy, I'm out Kinda mad another n***a treats her better than I did But I'm here to see my kid Me and Zoe playin' patty-cake I put her to sleep, and now I'm wantin' something to eat So I'm in the kitchen lookin' for a plate I look up and my baby mama's standin' in the doorway She said, "Danny boy, we can do it your way Give it to me daddy, I don't even need the foreplay" Now I COULD smash potatoes and leave But she'd be calling me for weeks And I wouldn't be able to breathe All I want is mashed potatoes and greens Apple juice, where the cups at? Shorty grabbed my nutsack, panties fell down to the floor Ahhh, f** it; just listen out for the door Man, pa** me a towel [Chorus x2] [Verse 3:] D. Swain, and I'm back as The phat trackmaker, for paper I would razor-blade your black a** But don't think for a second that I'm clueless Just because I'm inconclusive, get a clue b**h But before I let you go, true story: I was rockin' at this show and everyone was rootin' for me But this one guy was booin' at the top of his lungs Being rude and obnoxious, son So I finish my set, walk off the stage and I get The same lame n***a in my face, making a threat He said go back to the Gap, because my flow was wack And my beats are trash, what kind of critique is that? A bad decision would've meant I had to listen to him But if I did then I'd be missin' music It's been a year to the day that I took that chance I made up my mind to rap and I ain't look back since Yo that's real talk man [Chorus x4]