At 19 I met my first love
in a field where roses fade,
at the private prison protest,
sipping vodka lemonade.
How I memorized her stories
be no saice Buddest phase
we hold up we can rest for free
just like oug burning days,
singing "UGK forever."
Thought we'd always be together.
All things go.
Nothing, but change.
21 & washed up,
but this year I'm coming back.
Like the French tourist in SoHo,
I was lost & dressed in black.
Now I sing of all I've stolen -
swollen pockets stuffed with beets.
I can't help myself from stealing
in these treasure swollen streets,
singing, "Me & my big brothers
will be floating,
taking lovers."
Here we go.
Nothing, but change.
UGK forever!
No one walks outside the weather.
All things go.
Me & my big brothers
will be floating,
taking lovers.
Here we go.
Nothing, but change.