I’ve been- hid-in writ-ing since Back in 99 Like a new, spruced, springs-teen, barely balancing my bank line Takes a year and a day to get there, and it’s a big build up to nowhere And it’s sad to say, if you don’t know my name your gonna see it in the papers shortly Cuz any day now, I think I’m gonna die Can’t get sleep cuz the shit sheep can’t...Learn More