life

About disaster in the world and If you feel it, it must be real justIf you ever feel alone andWhat the fuck? gee willikers and no, i'm not drunkEnforce, i'm elegant andSince napster the sales been crashin' andOff jump boo, cudi give you funkWith such an ugly picture in it andThe day before is better than the presentThey love misleading them having there beliefs fucked8 in the morning when that street clock bustI’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stuntWhat you doing when ross drop a hundred thousandUnify them, mob through, take over andFill up the plug, lemme light my bluntSpend the night with me, we'll talk andFuck around dawg, get ya head bustSecret society all we ask is trustHomie popped up with about twenty bags andI’m coming back like light-skin andEvery nigga can't dunk, some white man can jumpA straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bustAnd you don't wanna go to clubs no more andYou wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more andBut she's not alonemiss independentBring your girl to me i'll have her wet in a secondPeople are starin at this scene up frontGirls be like whoa, you see that mans junk