I could be selling kids for crack down on the Ave
And I might listen to gangsta rap
My b**h I'd slap with my right
I don't wanna work, you can't make me
Don't want to be an architect, no
I'd put a bullet in my brain. I
'd rather be a freeloader, and sit on my a**
Play a**hole with Mr. Bud
(I need) You're seven digits away
I need a h**n habit, or a pair of rollerblades
Could be spending daddy's cash, smoke lots of gra** with All Chrome
Burn my Sting records, write a letter saying "you s**"
I'm sick of pretending that I give a sh**
Because you're seven digits away
I need a h**n habit, or a pair of rollerblades