At the age of eleven, I was clever enough To know what I wanted to be I lived like a joy-rider between two fires I plant my own money tree I got a fifty-fifty split with a guy from the upstairs Oh yeah, I can see the things no-one can see I can read from your lips you don't like me…
I cheat the common people to give their all money I teach them by the book I haven't red I used to do it little, but a little was too little They're fucked by the finger of fate I got a fifty-fifty split with a guy from the downstairs Oh yeah, I can see the things no-one can see I can read from your lips you don't like me...
I do what I want, but you do what you have to do 'cause you ain't too good to challenge my Superstar IQ
I can see it in your wallet, you're not able to afford my pleasure 'cause little is too little and little more ain't enough I bite the helping hand and I take as much as I can carry on...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
