Lyrics Record Collection 2012 - Mark Ronson, The Business Intl., Plastic Plates

Record Collection 2012

When we land, got bad bitches to greet us, SUVs, windows, and some reefers,
two identical trucks for all my peoples
Chair of the network, fend the leaders
Monkeys looking at my ring, they wanna swing but the ape behind me,
keep in mind I got arms
And he ain’t gon' let me scuff my LeBrons
Nigga, the king can’t talk to the pawns
Even when we making the score, ask Hans, only the Queen can interpret my yawns
Sometimes we wake up feeling like Johns, make it up by buying her wristwatches
that are fly, same price as helicopters
But you can’t buy time, that’s obnoxious
I take too long to answer telephones, I take too long to type my name and
record messages
But my handwriting is excellent, in fact it’s second to none (none)
I drive round cities in a chariot, I get preferential treatment at the Marriott
But if the truth be told I’m naked under all these clothes
I’ll tell you what it is on my mind, woah
I only want to be in your record collection, woah, (ah ah ah)
I only want to be in your record collection, woah, (ah ah ah)
And I’ll do anything it takes just to get there
I introduced myself as a courtesy
See everybody knows my name
Dropped out of school, never went to university
Can’t even count all the dough I make
But nowadays when I’m out of raves
It’s not «will I pull?»
It’s «which one will I want to take home, home?»
Women have been around me since they heard of me
In the beginning wanna flirt with me, they wanna murder me
Cause they want me to stick with em
But I ain’t with em long enough for anniversaries
But when I’m sat in my flat with a bottle of Jack
On my jacks I still feel alone, oh
My brain is buzzing and the room is strange, like the scene in Trading Places
at the stock exchange
I made a million overnight in '87, now I’m living in my parking space (parking
space)
My teeth are bright and my hair is clean, I wear Paco Rabanne like I was
Charlie Sheen
But in the rain we all look wet, and in the snow we all look cold
I’ll tell you what it is on my mind, woah
I only want to be in your record collection, woah, (ah ah ah)
I only want to be in your record collection, woah, (ah ah ah)
And I’ll do anything it takes just to get there
Disgusted by all the flashiness, I think I’m a don, they think I’m an actor but
I catch this
My two needs are a pillow and a mattress, once I can fill up the space with a
famous actress
Give me a mil, I’ll do a DJ set, I pull spikey with the green like a cactus
Showoff, ego’s high, you can’t match this chauvinistic pig, money man tactics
Look, the hardest thing’s when you’re not getting played thinking, «It's now or never»
Stood in the stadium watching the game, amazed that was me Yep, Mr Wretch,
tryna get off of the bench
Yeah, I’ve got skills, I can rock with the best
One mic, and then I’ll get the team on-side, I said I’ll only need one strike
And yeah, did I take a track to top 5, but we didn’t celebrate it
Why?
Cause I’m not on a hat trick, whole world turned but I didn’t do a
back-flip
I’m nowhere where I need to be, I’ve got a lazy flow, come and sleep with me
(yeah)
I’m wide awake, but when I’m on-stage it seems like a dream to me
I’ll tell you what it is on my mind, woah
I only want to be in your record collection, woah, (ah ah ah)
I only want to be in your record collection, woah, (ah ah ah)
And I’ll do anything it takes just to get there