Lyrics When The People Cheer.lrc The Roots
[id: pshkrymo]
[ar: The Roots]
[al: …and then you shoot your cousin]
[ti: When The People Cheer]
[length: 03:01]
[00:19.04]Lights, camera, chemical reaction
[00:21.70]Attracted to a body of lies with fat asses
[00:24.48]Thank the most high for the high of high fashion
[00:28.17]My art of war is killer couture, denim assassin
[00:33.52]Am I a douchebag or just another doo-rag?
[00:37.23]Tryna get ahead on some brand new-wave shit
[00:39.93]For your entertainment money is the language
[00:42.61]So every time I speak I’m tryna make another payment
[00:45.39]I do ’em dirty, sleep and get a dirt nap, that works
[00:49.91]Tell my P.O. ask me where I work at
[00:51.73]Think I woulda learned that sleeping in the bird trap
[00:54.57]Living on the run like somebody tryna burn fat
[00:58.35]I don’t give a fuck, now maybe that’s abstinence
[01:01.02]Or the arrogance of someone who ain’t got shit
[01:04.62]That think money over bitches is a stock tip…
[01:11.08]I live in a trap where things go crack
[01:12.89]Wake up in the boxes with a box of Apple Jacks
[01:16.51]Everybody acts like God is all that
[01:19.33]But I got the feelin’ he ain’t never coming back
[01:22.16]So I got an angel that answer my prayer
[01:25.06]Floating on the cloud that I blow in the air
[01:28.79]Nobody wins but nobody cares
[01:31.42]They just want blood when the people cheer
[01:35.18]I’m down to 95 dollars, that’s the extent of my riches
[01:37.98]Out of 99 problems, 98 of ’em is bitches
[01:41.56]Out here hollerin’ what’s ironic is
[01:43.33]I’ve honestly been tryna do what’s right
[01:45.23]But some jawn legs in the air tonight, like Phil Collins
[01:47.14]I’m a sex-addicted introvert
[01:48.97]Sucker for a pencil skirt
[01:50.85]Looking for a shorty coming from work, that I can pervert
[01:53.59]On my existential grind doing consequential dirt
[01:56.28]Searchin’ for physical pleasure if I don’t go mental first
[01:59.83]Molly poppin’, trolley hoppin’
[02:00.86]Know somebody prolly watchin’
[02:02.70]That ain’t stoppin’ me from coppin’ a feel
[02:04.57]Karate choppin’ in this after-hours spot
[02:07.38]Watching mommy body rockin’
[02:09.11]First I feed her vodka shots then she eat my Johnnie Cochran
[02:11.87]Livin’ fast, drinkin’ capt’
[02:13.80]One of them hoes even had
[02:14.75]The audacity ask me how long this thing would last
[02:17.44]I said, “You wanna pay for class? Get on that stage and shake your ass.”
[02:21.25]She keep a dick in a box and in an emergency break the glass
[02:23.97]I make her laugh
[02:25.77]She makes it clap
[02:27.74]And then she gives me lap dances and I’m thankful that
[02:30.48]She keeps providing the place for me to be unfaithful at…
[02:35.07]I live in a trap where things go crack
[02:38.68]Wake up in the boxes with a box of Apple Jacks
[02:41.33]Everybody acts like God is all that
[02:44.13]But I got the feelin’ he ain’t never coming back
[02:47.88]So I got an angel that answer my prayer
[02:50.56]Floating on the cloud that I blow in the air
[02:53.22]Nobody wins but nobody cares
[02:56.97]They just want blood when the people cheer
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