
When the People Cheer The Roots (Ft. Greg Porn & Modesty Lycan)
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[Intro: 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
[Verse 1: Greg Porn]
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)
[Hook: Modesty Lycan]
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
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
[Verse 1: Greg Porn]
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)
[Hook: Modesty Lycan]
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
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