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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 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?

    [Hook]
    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 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

    [Verse 2: Black Thought]
    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 Jonnie 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?

    [Hook]
    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 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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