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
 Am I a douchebag or just another doo-rag?
 Tryna 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
 Tell my P.O. ask me where I work at
 Think I woulda learned that sleeping in the bird trap
 Living on the run like somebody tryna 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...
 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
 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 and 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...
 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