i was born my daddy's
son hits the ground
both feet on the run
livin' large ain't easy
to do when all you've ever known
is too little too soon
i hit town smokin' gun
in hand five north
for the promised land
i got no room for
gratitude but I got
a lotta nerve and
a whole lotta attitude
i live life in real time
not the half-speed stuff that your
mother calls flying
so let the music do
the talkin' tell your story walkin',
tell your story walkin'
with your big mouth
talkin' tell your
story walkin', goodbye
no more spendin' nights
in a dark hole
when the money
came in i was walkin' tall
when i threw down it was
met with indecision
one man's junk is
another man's treasure
radio boy said it wasn't
urban pop...
man this bullshit here
has got to stop
i'm just tryin' to make some music
tell your story walkin'
with your big mouth
talkin' tell your
story walkin', goodbye
tell your story walkin'
with your
big mouth talkin'
tell your story walkin',
who are you to try
and tell me who to be
try to program me
and make me
fit in your scene
... you tell me
what that means
i was born my daddy's
son hit the ground
both feet on the run
i got no room for
gratitude but i got a lotta nerve and
a whole lotta attitude
i live life in real time
not the half-speed stuff that your
mother calls flying
so let the music
do the talkin'
tell your story walkin'
tell your story walkin'
with your big mouth
talkin' tell your
story walkin', goodbye
tell your story walkin'
with your
big mouth talkin'
tell your story walkin'
tell your story walkin'
tell your story walkin',
goodbye
tell your story walkin'
tell your story walkin'
tell your story walkin'
tell your story walkin'
