Cars and clothes are cool, I guess
They’re great when you want girls and sex
It must be nice to be so dumb
When every line you write is numb
Numb from all the things we feel
And all the shit that makes life real
Bigger houses, bigger banks
You paid her tab? Hey cool man, thanks
I know you did that cause you care
And not because you want in there
Come on guy, you’re joking, right?
You’ve creeped around this bar all night
No come here! Let’s see those chains
I hope they’re bigger than your brains
Cool bro yeah, I know, we get it
I hope – know what? Let’s just forget it
You wouldn’t know respect if it slapped you in the face
You couldn’t be more blind if I filled your eyes with mace
That’s it I’m done, please get yourself a mirror now
Look at it and wonder why there’s no one here that hears you now
These lines are real, beats cold as an arctic cat
You look confused, what, you don’t get that?
The things I write are works of art
I meant the beats inside my heart
How the World Should Work 