Roots - When The People Cheer Lyrics
[Intro: Greg Porn]Lights, camera, chemical reactionAttracted to a body of lies with fat assesThank the most high for the high of high fashionMy art of war is killer couture, denim assassin[Verse 1: Greg Porn]Am I a douchebag or just another doo-rag?Tryna get ahead on some brand new-wave shitFor your entertainment money is the languageSo every time I speak I'm tryna make another paymentI do ‘em dirty, sleep and get a dirt nap, that worksTell my P.O. ask me where I work atThink I woulda learned that sleeping in the bird trapLiving on the run like somebody tryna burn fatI don't give a *****, now maybe that's abstinenceOr the arrogance of someone who ain't got shitThat think money over *****es is a stock tip…[Hook: Modesty Lycan]I live in a trap where things go crackWake up in the boxes with a box of Apple JacksEverybody acts like God is all thatBut I got the feelin' he ain't never coming backSo I got an angel that answer my prayerFloating on the cloud that I blow in the airNobody wins but nobody caresThey just want blood when the people cheer[Verse 2: Black Thought]I'm down to 95 dollars, that's the extent of my richesOut of 99 problems, 98 of ‘em is *****esOut here hollerin' what's ironic isI've honestly been tryna do what's rightBut some jawn legs in the air tonight, like Phil CollinsI'm a sex-addicted introvertSucker for a pencil skirtLooking for a shorty coming from work, that I can pervertOn my existential grind doing consequential dirtSearchin' for physical pleasure if I don't go mental firstMolly poppin', trolley hoppin'Know somebody prolly watchin'That ain't stoppin' me from coppin' a feelKarate choppin' in this after-hours spotWatching mommy body rockin'First I feed her vodka shots then she eat my Johnnie CochranLivin' fast, drinkin' capt'One of them hoes even hadThe audacity ask me how long this thing would lastI 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 glassI make her laughShe makes it clapAnd then she gives me lap dances and I'm thankful thatShe keeps providing the place for me to be unfaithful at…[Hook: Modesty Lycan]I live in a trap where things go crackWake up in the boxes with a box of Apple JacksEverybody acts like God is all thatBut I got the feelin' he ain't never coming backSo I got an angel that answer my prayerFloating on the cloud that I blow in the airNobody wins but nobody caresThey just want blood when the people cheer
