Good novices become great
When littered with expensive tastes
Ignore roots, blow it all
All the fights we never had
Learn, ignore, take a drag
You were young & I was too
We'll act like we had it bad
Sing some blues, perhaps a rag
Scribbling "It's me, not you"
So it must be true
If it was printed then it could not be skewed
So take back the words you said
Stolen from the books you read
Preacher, just let the choir sing
What if pride is what we lack?
We'll be humble just for laughs
And claim love as an excuse
Like made-up truth
It might blossom for a season
But it will meet its doom
If you give one, then I'll take two
Ignore debt, just pay what's due
Use credit kid, it's tried & true
Yeah that salesman became great
Delivered a cloud on a paper plate
While that boomerage stole it all
I thought I knew it all
Learned to walk before to crawl
Keep that matter private kid
It's neither your's nor his