The Roots - When the People Cheer (Lyrics - Paroles)

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The Roots - When the People Cheer (Lyrics - Paroles)

The Roots - When the People Cheer (Lyrics - Paroles)
Lights, camera, chemical reaction

Attracted to a body of lies with fat asses

Thank the most high for high of high fashion

My art of war is killer couture, denim assassin
Am I a douchebag or just another doo rag?

Tryna get ahead on some brand new wave shit

For your entertainment money is the language

So every time I speak I'm tryna make another payment

I do ‘em dirty sleep and get a dirt nap, that works

Tell my P.O. ask me where I work at

Think I woulda learned that sleeping in the bird trap

Living on the run like somebody tryna burn fat

I don't give a fuck, now maybe that's abstinence

Or the arrogance of someone who ain't got shit

That think money over bitches is a stock tip…
I live in a trap where things load crack

Wake up in the boxes with a box of Apple Jacks

Everybody acts like God is all that

But I got the feelin' he ain't never coming back

So I got an angel that answer my prayer

Floating on the cloud that I blow in the air

Nobody wins but nobody cares

They just want blood when the people cheer
I'm down to 95 dollars, that's the extent of my riches

Out of 99 problems, 98 of ‘em is bitches

Out here hollerin' what's ironic is

I've honestly been tryna do what's right

But your legs in the air tonight, like Phil Collins

I'm a sex-addicted introvert

Sucker for a pencil skirt

Looking for a shorty coming from work, that I can pervert

On my existential grind doing consequential dirt

Searchin' for physical pleasure if I don't go mental first

Molly poppin', trolley hoppin'

Know somebody prolly watchin'

That ain't stoppin' me from coppin' a feel

Karate choppin' in this after-hours spot

Watching mommy body rockin'

First I feed her vodka shots then she eat my Jonnie Cochran

Livin' fast, drinkin' capt'

One of them hoes even had

The audacity ask me how long this thing would last

I said, “You wanna pay for class? Get on that stage and shake your ass.”

She keep a dick in a box and in an emergency break the glass

I make her laugh

She makes it clap

And then she gives me lap dances and I'm thankful that

She keeps providing the place for me to be unfaithful at…
I live in a trap where things load crack

Wake up in the boxes with a box of Apple Jacks

Everybody acts like God is all that

But I got the feelin' he ain't never coming back

So I got an angel that answer my prayer

Floating on the cloud that I blow in the air

Nobody wins but nobody cares

They just want blood when the people cheer

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