It's all the same. Only the names will change,
and every day it seems we're wasting away.

Yo my name is goodie G but you can call me, you can
call me call me Mr. Fuckin’ Skin and Bones. I’m wastin’ away.
It’s miserable how all these chemicals are drainin’ my strength.
Ribs pokin’ out ‘cause I’m a victim of my limitless play.
My typical day’s epitomal of habitual criminal claims.
My venerable ways boil down to good grades and good intentions.
Precision’s admissions mention self assessment’s a decision.
Introspection, how ya livin’, is indefinitely a given
‘less you make improvements choosin’ to lose delusions, condescension.
Fondle women. Ha, Bon Jovi only the names will change,
but that depends on what you after. Man, my ego’s pretty straight,
and you can take that how you want. I couldn't give a fuck ‘bout what you think.
Coulda, woulda, shoulda fucked that whats-her-face, but man, I ducked, made my escape.
I could take yo slut, make her my date, then contemplate how I’d corrupt her.
Got a lover so I’m straight, but it might be fun to have another.
I’m a vagabond. My swag is on that homeless undercover.
I aim to take my shot, blow that smoke. I’m a cowboy motha fucka.

I’m a cowboy. On a steel horse I ride.
And I’m wanted dead or alive.

Sometimes I sleep. Sometimes is not for days,
and the people I meet always go their separate ways.

“Oh hey wassup?” We talk a bit. Then I dip and ride into the sunset
on my steel horse, that Swagasaurus Rex. My bike is the best.
You love it, so come get on my pegs. Let’s have some fun yet.
Gold rims racin’, ride off guns blazin’. Uh-oh wait! That’s just the blunt tip.
My lungs rip, or some shit. Time to move on to a new topic,
yeah that’s pertinent: I hurt and yearn for friendship, though I got it,
but it just serves a surface purpose: Pass time and dine with people talkin’.
Man I need true bros. The ones I know from home are fuckin’ awesome.
Here I’m the Lone fuckin’ Ranger and I like to keep my distance,
though I got a li’l boo thang, which is weird, but I’m kinda committed.
Gotta get with it. Goddamn Independence is a bitch much as a gift.
I’m not interested. It’s my business but I got insufficient riches.
What’s the difference? I don’t even know. I’m chill, man. I know people.
Fear no evil. I’m busy as fuck so a quiet phone is kinda peaceful,
plus shit’s G. I’m havin’ fun. I’m young, illegal with some diesel.
I’m the Cisco Kid reincarnate shootin’ from the hip. Shit’s lethal.

I’m a cowboy. On a steel horse I ride
And I’m wanted dead or alive.
I’m wanted dead or alive.