Lyrics:

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, 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 Im 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 wouldve learned that sleeping in the bird trap
Living on the run like somebody tryna burn fat
I dont give a fuck, now maybe thats abstinence
Or the arrogance of someone who aint 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 feeling He aint 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

Im down to 95 dollars, thats the extent of my riches
Out of 99 problems, 98 of em is bitches
Out here hollering, whats ironic is
Ive honestly been tryna do whats right
But some jawn legs in the air tonight like Phil Collins
Im 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
Searching for physical pleasure if I dont go mental first
Molly popping, trolley hopping
Know somebody probably watching
That aint stopping me from copping a feel
Karate chopping in this after-hours spot
Watching mommy body rocking
First I feed her vodka shots then she eat my Jonnie Cochran
Living fast, drinking capt'
One of them hoes even had
The audacity to 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 Im 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 feeling He aint 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