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the roots - when the people cheer lyrics

lights, camera, chemical reaction
attracted to a body of lies with fat -sses
thank the most high for the high of high fashion
my art of war is killer couture, denim -ss-ssin

am i a douchebag or just another doo rag?
tryna get ahead on some brand new wave sh-t
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
tell my p.o. ask me where i work at
think i would’ve learned that sleeping in the bird trap
living on the run like somebody tryna burn fat
i don’t give a f-ck, now maybe that’s abstinence
or the arrogance of someone who ain’t got sh-t
that think money over b-tches is a stock tip

i live in a trap where things load crack
wake up in the boxes with a box of apple jacks
everybody acts like god is all that
but i got the feeling 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
n-body wins but n-body 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 b-tches
out here hollering 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-x-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
searching for physical pleasure if i don’t go mental first
molly popping, trolley hopping
know somebody probably watching
that ain’t stopping me from copping a feel
karate chopping in this after-hours spot
watching mommy body rocking
first i feed her vodka shots then she eat my jonnie cochran
living fast, drinking capt’
one of them hoes even had
the audacity ask me how long this thing would last
i said, “you wanna pay for cl-ss? get on that stage and shake your -ss”
she keep a d-ck in a box and in an emergency break the gl-ss
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

- the roots lyrics

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