I throw away dimes, insignificant pieces, I see myself rich, money don’t need it
End of the month Platinum Visa, help me get through, buy food and good music
Karma I used it all up and abused it, like children’s amusement, coming home using
I remember the devil in me
I remember the rebel in me
Inside a taxi I saw your reflection, flicking a cigarette in your general direction
I understand your contempt but not your redemption
That was me getting off medication, three years frustration
Lazy behaviour, can’t seem to connect with anyone major
Like 69 pagers, Indian flavors, blackness my saviour
Alone in the sun bathing, sunk my teeth in her ass cheeks.. she looked so amazing
No age and no limits, I deliver no gimmicks, don’t know why I say this
Let’s pray for the Buddha and Crocodile noodles, don’t always assume what they do is too soon
And every girl is my friend but I don’t have a girlfriend
So who are you anyway, trying to feel love again, lust is the last word to say
My friend you ain’t real, carry no steel, let grow your beard
Do as you please, on my knees you can’t see me
I’m just trying to make it work see
I’m just trying to make it work see
Can’t always come out, to play and have some
No I can’t come, smoke with you none
When you drink it’s no fun, only escapism
Not being racist that’s the new racism
Between fanmail and irony, they all got they eye on me
You’re being dishonest when you say you won’t lie to me
I’ll never stop changing, always creating, thank you for hating
New faces impatient, racing emotions, feeling insatiable
Moving no sound, bound to be me: free. Improvisation
In the waiting room of Life, thoughts that cut like a knife
In the waiting room of life, my words they cut like a knife
Up to one hundred, or maybe 170
If anyone‘s listening, well maybe somebody better be.