Pimpin' Ain't Easy

Well the phosphor bronze were ringing
One of my fucked up tunes
About how I'll date your sister
If you leave me alone and blue
An Epiphany crossed my mind
As I sang the vulgar lines
Then I thought I'd get up off my ass
Before my memory went blind

Then I called the band that consisted of
Me, myself, and I
And I started counting quarters
Because my bank account went dry
Then I headed out to lay it down
And I could barely stay on the road
And when I went to hollerin'
They asked me son why do you look so stoned

I said Pimpin' ain't easy
I got to keep control
They looked me dead in the eye
And they said son you're solid gold
Then they told me boy
It's a long hard road
Just keep on Pimpin'
don't start limpin'
And get these records sold

With the ascending of the charts
The green came raining in
Then thrown on to a funeral Pyre
Never to be seen again
And it ain't that rough a livin'
Between the Coke and booze
Till loneliness comes creeping in
And there's everything to lose

When your minds half wit
You might do some shit
That'll send you down in flames
But there's no other way that I'd rather go
Than out in a mighty blaze
And I've heard it plenty I hear it again
I need to change my rowdy ways
But y'all are preaching to the choir
And there's only one thing I have to say

I said Pimpin' ain't easy
I got to keep control
And just because my whole life ain't gospel
Doesn't mean I've sold my soul
And I've finally figured
It's a long hard road
Just keep on Pimpin'
don't start limpin'
And get these records sold