Outgrew that old coat
In this game you rarely get to be an old goat when you’re made
That’s the game we play
Walking along blades, dancing on flames
Got them squirming over my earnings
They had that, the worm turned
And turned me to a master, journeymen
Still on their journey, got the trophy won the tourney
The jury decided, that court’s adjourned
That story’s as spurious as my shit’s pure
Style is furious, style guru best dressed on all a yiz
Now, if you’re stalling it
Never stop balling
Best nights I can’t recall
Long nights snowballing
Snow falling on the night of Trinity Ball.
Alchemisland 
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