Who's that sitting in the window
Across the room with such a mood?
Such a mood.
'Scuse, miss, don't mean to be rude but
Could you please move across the room?
Cross the room.
You look a little new to us
But that's the way it's sold
You look a little blue to us
But no other color fits the mold
I like gold, diamonds,
I like hits
I like looks
I like hooks
I like crooks
I like mainstream
I like indie
I like underground
I like the way money sounds
I'm a cold blind business mind
Sitting behind platinum vin'
With an ear to find the next top pop five
We decide you decide you like
Like "damn that's deep"
Or "psh, it doesn't need to be"
And I don't like music
But art is stupid so I use it
Music is music when it puts money in the market
The internet is a demon taking cash from my wallet
So I'll do what I can to stall it,
Or embrace and force install it.
I'm a rapper
I make my own beats
Sample other peeps
I also boxbeat
Created: Jan 15, 2011cameronsteele Audio Media