When The People Cheer - The Roots, Modesty Lycan, Greg Porn

Lights, camera, chemical reaction

Attracted to a body of lies with fat asses

Thank the Most High for the high of high fashion

My art of war is killer couture, denim assassin

Am I, am I a douchebag or just another du-rag

Tryin' get ahead on some brand new wave shit?

For your entertainment, money is the language

So every time I speak, I’m tryna 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 fuck, now maybe that’s abstinence

Or the arrogance of someone who ain’t got shit

That think money over bitches is a stock tip (Tip, tip, tip, tip)

I live in a trap where things go crack

Wake up in the box 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

I’m down to 95 dollars, that’s the extent of my riches

Out of 99 problems, 98 of ‘em is bitches

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 sex-addicted introvert, sucker 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 class?

Get on that stage and shake your ass»

She keep a dick in a box in an emergency, break the glass

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

(Be unfaithful at, be unfaithful at, be unfaithful at)

I live in a trap where things go crack

Wake up in the box 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