The club life ain’t what it used to be
Or maybe I’m not the same man You used to see
See usually I’d be in the middle of it all
Now I barely wanna be here, if even at all
Dance floors still poppin, girls still fine
Instead of drinkin, my mind says grind
I used to count minutes until the clubs closed
I think that chapter in my life has come to a close
Lotta friendly faces – most with empty lives
Quick to stab you in your back – watch out for the knives
Could it be that I’m goin thru changes
Or could i realize this scene never changes
Could avoiding the clubs be the reason I heard my calling
Could changing my priorities be the reason I’m no longer falling
So tonight I’m in VIP- trying to make myself better
My new idea of socializing – writing you this letter

Sincerely,
A. Go getter

-baylor