[Intro: Greg p**n]
Lights, camera, chemical reaction
Attracted to a body of lies with fat a**es
Thank the most high for the high of high fashion
My art of war is k**er couture, denim a**a**in
[Verse 1: Greg p**n]
Am I, am I a douche bag or just another doo-rag?
Tryin' get ahead on some brand new-wave sh**
For your entertainment money is the language
So every time I speak I'm tryin' to make another payment
I do ‘em dirty, sleep and get a dirt nap, that works
'Til my P.O. ask me where I work at
Think I would learned that sleeping in the bird trap
Living on the run like somebody tryin' burn fat
I don't give a f**, now maybe that's abstinence
Or the arrogance of someone who ain't got sh**
That think money over b**hes is a stock tip…
[Hook: Modesty Lycan]
I live in a trap where things go crack
Wake up in the boxes with a box of Apple Jacks
Everybody acts like God is all that
But I got the feelin' he ain't never coming back
So I got an angel that answer my prayer
Floating on the cloud that I blow in the air
Nobody wins but nobody cares
They just want blood when the people cheer
[Verse 2: Black Thought]
I'm down to 95 dollars, that's the extent of my riches
Out of 99 problems, 98 of ‘em is b**hes
Out here hollerin' what's ironic is
I've honestly been tryna do what's right
But some jawn legs in the air tonight, like Phil Collins
I'm a s**-addicted introvert
s**er for a pencil skirt
Looking for a shorty coming from work, that I can pervert
On my existential grind doing consequential dirt
Searchin' for physical pleasure if I don't go mental first
Molly poppin', trolley hoppin'
Know somebody prolly watchin'
That ain't stoppin' me from coppin' a feel
Karate choppin' in this after-hours spot
Watching mommy body rockin'
First I feed her vodka shots then she eat my Johnnie Cochran
Livin' fast, drinkin' capt'
One of them hoes even had
The audacity ask me how long this thing would last
I said, “You wanna pay for cla**?
Get on that stage and shake your a**.”
She keep a dick in a box
And "in an emergency, break the gla**"
I make her laugh
She makes it clap
And then she gives me lap dances and I'm thankful that
She keeps providing the place for me to be unfaithful at
[Hook: Modesty Lycan]
I live in a trap where things go crack
Wake up in the boxes with a box of Apple Jacks
Everybody acts like God is all that
But I got the feelin' he ain't never coming back
So I got an angel that answer my prayer
Floating on the cloud that I blow in the air
Nobody wins but nobody cares
They just want blood when the people cheer