Questlove - When The People Cheer lyrics

[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