| Never been the one to play it cool
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| I never been a fan of fancy shoes
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| I only want to stand for something
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| I don’t care if they approve
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| They don’t know what I’ve been through
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| I only want to stand for something
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| What was I thinking when I headed to SoCal?
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| Everybody gotta order the low-cal or no-cal meal
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| I don’t even enjoy guilt
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| I think the city turned my semen to soymilk
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| But I’m a motherfuckin hypocrite
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| Acting like I never give a shit
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| But now I think about it maybe a tad bit
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| Cause pretty baby I be ready to admit
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| I’m thinking maybe I will never be Brad Pitt
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| Want the celebrity? |
| You gotta be bat shit
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| To want to be a piece of meat, we treat em as cold cuts
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| But go nuts when we see em wiping their own butts
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| And the crowd goes wild
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| But we don’t smile if you got no style
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| Gotta be kidding me, giving the pretty people the key to the city
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| I don’t even know
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| We struttin
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| Ain’t nobody gotta tell us nothing
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| Because a rose is a rose and I am what I am
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| And I wear it like campaign button
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| I don’t want a side eye
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| I say bye bye
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| Roll up another one and hand me a Mai tai
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| Because the people who be running the show
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| Are kinda like the season how they come and they go
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| And we’ll be living while they looking for parking
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| And we’ll be digging while they woofing and barking
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| They kicking in the door and hoping to barge in
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| But this is what you get there’s nothing to bargain
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| If it’s a hundred to one and we’re under the gun
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| I’m not gonna be groveling for the governor’s pardon
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| Don’t gotta suck in your gut if you want to guzzle a Bud
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| I’m about it baby, you can party with us |