(Verse 1: M.I.C.)
I got some songs I bet that all of you want
But I'm leaving em in my vault, it's the economy's fault
And I'm the God of everything I see
Though it's self proclaimed, anger well contained
Bit my tongue until I felt ashamed
White collar attitude, with blue collar cash
Senses up until she took my last dollar back
Prada bag model swag off of that bottled jack
Too drunk to drive, but too confident to call a cab
Look on her face and you could tell that she was impressed
Came in designer and she left with just a ripped dress
Got tempers flaring up
Fair enough, but I'll take anything until I break Katrina Bowden's marriage up
Got this bitch tryna make it in my bedroom
Could probably wife her but I'd lose a lot of legroom
She's in my ear whispering the shit she want from me
Already wrote a hook for you, the fuck else do you want for free?

(Hook x2)
(Zell) They don't speak
(M.I.C.) What you taking your time with it for?
(Zell) You better lace them weeks
(M.I.C.)This ain't something you wanna ignore
(Z) If I'ma father it, I've got to acknowledge
I don't wanna play catch with the bottom of a champagne glass

(Verse 2: Zell)
I let the glaucoma crossover
A.I. sneaks on, getting my scene on
They onto one knee on, neon, hope to fill the reason
Then ask me how I do it; I laugh and I put a beat on
They all want free mic (Mike),
I don't like it neither
Playing the role Sigourney Weaver with no facial features
See you could catch me on the evening news
Just give me all of your adderall and take away the breathing room
Oh, think I don't play that? (Play that)
Throw away your, amen, I won't take that (take that & it ain't that,
I hate that, lay wherever you're safe at
I'm just saying I'm the man around the madness
You look well when I'm not around
I gained my first bit of confidence to 'Walk It Out'
& if that ain't ironic, I don't know what is
I'm shouting dispossessed to Boston, wait till Paul gets here


(Verse 3: M.I.C.)
Cuz when I met her she was drowning in it
Know you want the high too, but you don't wanna mix it
She's thinking fuck it though
While I'm envisioning her Grandmothers birthday thinking I don't really wanna go
Kind of shady but I'm feeling indulgent
See her, hand twitching but it's just a compulsion
With my dirty sprite, I tend to blame it on thirst
So yea, we can date, but you gotta hit the atm first
And she'd probably do it gladly
Good, but it'll take more than that to attach me
More so attract me, already got back
Next morning, I don't wanna give her top back
Mind scattered, barely hear myself think
And while I listen to her talk I'm getting closer to my drink
Popped the question I could tell she was thinking hard
Told her I can pay if they take pre paid credit cards

(Hook x2)
(Zell) They don't speak
(M.I.C.) What you taking your time with it for?
(Zell) You better lace them weeks
(M.I.C.)This ain't something you wanna ignore
(Z) If I'ma father it, I've got to acknowledge
I don't wanna play catch with the bottom of a champagne glass