What's the point of knocking me down?
I'm already good on the ground
Shit don't really bound us
Making bombs with rubber bands
So I need a man for romance
Streets are making em hard
So they selfish little roamers
Make us meat like burgers
I'll pop me out some leaders
A protocol to be a Rocawear model?
It didn't really drop that way
A protocol to be a rocker on a label?
It didn't really drop that way
But I put away paper for later so I'm stable
A better something better come
I store them in my stable
I cook em up, pop em down
The village got on the phone
Said the street is comin' to town
They wanna check my papers
I burnt them at the burial ground
I'm an outlaw from the badland
Live in trees chew on feet
On my crop when they pay you
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