Roots(风明)When The People Cheer(feat. 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

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 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

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

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