For you

its been a long time since i wrote,
almighty god to you a note,
i know you've been patient, u always are
its me the lout who thinks he's a star

what can i do, what can i say
you made me up and now i sway
i am on top of the world, i like it this way
and it's you i thank for making my day

haha can i always have it, will i be in luck
is it part of your plan or will i end up stuck
you are wise and you are just, but with roaches lord
you gotta hold out and then pass 'em the buck

i always wonder, what's in it for you
what could the big boss want with his speckles in queue
is there a game plan, a match or something to note
maybe tis nothing and i'm afraid of going broke

cause the i.q's a bit low and the e.q is off
the heads worked up and the heart's all soft,
the mind's just turned the corner, perhaps it's on the mend, but
with folks like me why do you even need to pretend ?

it's like nobody would mind, if i popped off in here
for would there'd be a tear from a friend or a worthy foe ?
so carry on my man, you gotta lotta work to do, and please
don't let grouches like me, fool you.