 Life is boring, but superstardom's close to post-mortem. It only grows harder, homie grows hotter. He blows us all over, these losses 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 losses don't want him no more, he's cold potter. They moved on to the next moe who flows. He knows Dove and so not her, and so the soap opera.