Treat me like an outcast – I call it freedom and bounced out a natural, I'm going to bring it all home.
Think you're winning in the games that you're spinning – I'm on fire with hands hitting hot. They call me George, I'm winning a lot.
Talk about me as though I’m nothing – I'll call your bluff, there's no push here, just bad luck for you, not worth a wank.
This is my life as an outcast -- I'm boxcars, you're not even my last laugh. Keep the stickman running and watch me lay waste to your cold table casts.
The tables have turned -- I'm a hard ten, called a women's best friend, while you're killing chickens, not feeding them.
There are snake eyes staring back at you -- I'm the rhythm roller grinning through and through. No midnight like you thought you threw, you're playing with scared money, and your payment's coming due.
The outcast you tried to outlast -- I would never yield to your sweet as honey imposter ass. You did not lose the dice, just your money and friends.
Time for you to make amends -- I won't gloat in your face or play pretend, just keep an eye in the sky watching my back until your next game begins.
The tables have turned -- I'm a hard ten, called a women's best friend, while you're killing chickens, not feeding them.
There are snake eyes staring back at you -- I'm the rhythm roller grinning through and through. No midnight like you thought you threw, you're playing with scared money, and your payment's coming due.
The outcast you tried to outlast -- I would never yield to your sweet as honey imposter ass. You did not lose the dice, just your money and friends.
Time for you to make amends -- I won't gloat in your face or play pretend, just keep an eye in the sky watching my back until your next game begins.
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