sometimes i wonder if this is as good as it gets with each passing year it seems i add and feel more regrets this is the blackest night i think i have ever seen riding on clay wheels til the bitter end rolling along with my head in the clouds i do whatever i please til the tiny pebble in the road ahead brings me down to my knees i got a mouth full of humble pie dirt and gravel and weeds riding on clay wheels riding on clay wheels i m riding on clay wheels til the bitter end they say insanity is making the same mistakes again and again they might as well just strap me down in five point restraints i m falling out again sometimes i wonder do you really know what i mean like showing up at chewey s door with a broken 8 track machine i got the same broke ass hustle barely getting by for so long 
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