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

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