what you doing with your life son ey say i don t usually do but i d smoke one with you knock on your door to your closed off rooms ain t no tellin what would happened if i burst on through let s go halves on a cab maybe my firstborn too was it diamonds or rhinestones man i don t know had to go by the time you awoke been a while since you and i spoke in the same timezone crossed paths and had our minds blown now we alone again strolling to the tomb what we do is split the road in two so what you wanna do some of them couldabeens are bound to haunt you when your room to maneuver is feeling like a phonebooth new forks in the road pass the sauce waiting for lady to drop them drawers they say to open a new gotta close old doors cold between them though put your coat on new forks in the road nah where do i go are we walking down the right one you ain t got ya ducks in a row now you often want to know what you doing with your life son i m just dodging the abyss my eyes in a prism was in the dark for a minute but now i m out here squintin from a hospital bed to me and fred top billin from i don t get it to we about to get it new fork in the road i need a knife fuck a pie chart give me a slice thought i saw god creepin in the night but blink twice it was the city lights aiight forks in the road  what you doin with ya what you doin with ya life you ain t got ya ducks in a row motherfucker keep ya shit straight1