 Life is boring, but superstardom's close to post-mortem It only grows harder, homie grows hotter He blows us all over, these wasters all on him Coast to coast shows, he's known as the Globetrotter Lonely roads, God only knows, he's grown farther From home, he's no father He goes home and barely knows his own daughter But hold your nose, cause here goes the cold water These wasters don't want him no more, he's co-product They moved on to the next moe who flows He knows Dove and so not a, and so does somebody