Will you look back on it All that you've done Can you think back and see the rat with no race to run Why you're here, that's easy to see Fame, a career, and popularity Don't for a second think that you know me You're fake, that's for sure About time your ass got kicked right out the door Will you look back on it Locked up and bound You're chained in false royalty A cunt in a crown Cruising I'm losing touch Abusing a bit too much And now I'm choosing another crutch Just loosen up some luck When you think you're safe and sound Life will beat you pound for pound Knock you six feet underground Said and done, it's our time now Just gotta get out Just gotta get right out of here