Lyrics:

Im in the birdhouse I beat my wings against the window
Ive got no time for competition or the pistilating limbo
I dont caught no sympathy no witness to the Bible
I just paid my green fees for the pleasures of survival

This is the west side and the war games played for real
Down here
I aint no actor Im a poor man dressed for real
Oh yeah

Come on sweetness ride low get it on
Im going to take you higher, higher

Im in the crack house got my rock upon the table
Got no mind for conversation with the big man from the label
I dont caught no 9 to 5 no witness to the Bible
I just hit the headlines and blew away my closest rival

This is the Watts, child and war games played for
Real down here
I aint no actor just a poor man dressed for real
Oh yeah

Come on sweetness ride low get it on
Im going to take you higher, higher
All along that gold coast peep show
I see people they get it on
Im going to take you higher, higher

This is the jungle and the war games played for real
Down here
I aint no actor Im a poor man dressed for real
Oh yeah

Come on sweetness ride low get it on
Im going to take you higher, higher
This is the jungle and the war games played for real
Down here
I aint no actor Im a poor man dressed for real
Oh yeah
Come on sweetness ride low get it on
Im going to take you higher, higher
All along that gold coast peep show
I see people they get it on
Im going to take you higher, higher
Im a red sun setting down low over sugar bay baby
Im going to take you higher, higher

Been took for granted
I command my needs demanded
Hand in hand been took for granted
Come way over, higher, higher