i am a wannbe on booze,

making my mark, immersed in crack.

30 feet up in the air,

my ego far  in the sky,behold as i fly ;

i am a wannabe, flying with wings on the green.

raking in moolah, speeding on highway;

flashing 100 dollar bills, not wanting the change.

i am a wannabe, with no morals to  feel ashamed.

perhaps i may die with a neddle in my nerve,

greedy of nothing in particular, 

my life nothing worth spectacular;

i am a wannabe on the road, with no place to go.

walking the streets of italy, 

smelling of popy and trashed lily,

i pray to the devil for fame sake;

i am a wannabe on a roll, all my life some fancy ball.