Yeah, sittin’ in this coffee joint, countin’ my sins, World burnin’ outside, but I still got my pen. Smokin’, drinkin’, frettin’ my life away, Gotta buck that vibe, get on dat horse and ride for days. My dogs don’t play, some fool feedin’ ’em lies, They pukin’ up poison under satellite skies. Baby momma replaced me with another dad, Boss man smilin’ while he count my bad. Ain’t no crisis though it feel that way, World lost its soul chasin’ that pay. There goes old John Boy starin’ at the sun, Lookin’ for truth when the digital’s done. Ain’t no map, just dust and faith to run, Keep ridin’, John Boy, your day gon’ come. Conspiracy and lies for breakfast and wine, A scrollin’ addiction feedin’ my mind. Faith gone cheap, everybody got a gun, Tryna buy back peace from the damage done. Coffee cold, still I scribble my pain, Turnin’ that hurt into outlaw gain. The world might end, but I ain’t done, Still starin’ at the sun, still hummin’ that one. There goes old John Boy starin’ at the sun, Lookin’ for truth when the digital’s done. Ain’t no map, just dust and faith to run, Keep ridin’, John Boy, your day gon’ come. I seen prophets on TikTok, priests in the club, AI preachers with a neural love. But I trust the dust, the dogs, the rain, And the crack of dawn that calls my name. So pour me one more, bartender friend, I’ll chase that truth to the bitter end. There goes old John Boy, eyes on the sun… Still lookin’ for light when the digital’s done.
