I could be starvin', I'm fortunate I'm Future Hendrix but I'm not a guitarist Maybe my mind playin' tricks on me Could it be my ex playin' tricks on me? Big boss shit, baby, I just bought a new PJ Butler came with the elevator, greet my guests, baby

I'm leaving Los Feliz Day after tomorrow I'm over the scenesters I'm on the guest list down at Paul's Baby Grand That hipster doorman he don't know who I am But my studied aloofness is proof I belong so I pass Some girls are pieced like Krylon bombs on