It’s good shit (I like it when you play with my hair) You know it when you see it You know it when it’s there Like Michael Jackson Thriller Like Farrah Fawcett Hair It’s good shit (I like it when you play with my hair) Support for Capital Cities comes

Man I hate rap, but if the shoe fits, wear it I've become a freak of nature all the kids stare at Who walk around bumping RAW with the shit blaring Saying "fuck school" and dropping out like a miscarriage I'm embarrassed And I'm ashamed I played a part

Only one of us walks away Pain! Made to order I'm not the second coming, I'm the first wave Better get an army, 'cause the fire left me unscathed You betcha bottom dollar I'm the top of the shit pile So stick around 'cause I'll get to you in just a few

It's the same thing again and again You come around every now and then Your clothes are different but you're still the same Why else would you come here? Scumbag on a mission You're telling me that it's been awhile Shit eating grin and a brand new lie

Take me downtown barney lock me up Read me my rights put me in cuffs And I’ll do my time raise my right hand And I’ll tell the judge I’ll do that shit again Somebody better call the law We done took it outside we’re about to brawl Ol’ boy done put his

This pain is elevating, as the hurt turns into hating Anticipating all the fucked up feelings again This shit's gone way too far All this time I've been waiting For what's inside awaking I'm not, I'm not a whore You've taken everything and Oh I cannot

Take me downtown barney lock me up Read me my rights put me in cuffs And I’ll do my time raise my right hand And I’ll tell the judge I’ll do that shit again Somebody better call the law We done took it outside we’re about to brawl Ol’ boy done put his

Take me downtown barney lock me up Read me my rights put me in cuffs And I’ll do my time raise my right hand And I’ll tell the judge I’ll do that shit again Somebody better call the law We done took it outside we’re about to brawl Ol’ boy done put his

I said it must be cause a nigga got dough Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold Hoes at my shows they be stripping off they clothes And them college girls write a nigga name on they toes Niggas talk shit 'til they get lockjaw Chrome to ya dome 'til

Lump 'em in the club shit Have you wildin' out when you bump this Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut Have a nigga OD, 'cause it's never enough 'Cause it's the real shit, shit to make 'em feel shit It's the real shit, shit to make 'em feel shit Done