Are you fucking kidding me?
my sous chef's been killed,
my fucking kitchen's been blown up,
I've been fucked by a cement fist,
and dropped by a brick elbow.
Get the fuck out my grill, yo.
Do you want to hear a story?
Something I'll never get enough
And I'm so stuck here in the dust
Don't wanna change for other people
I'd like to stick close to the flame
And I don't need to follow sheeple
I roll the only way I can
I cannot take it, but I won't fake it
No, I don't wanna live that way
Come on and use me, even abuse me
Just put me up there on the stage
Give me a chance, you won't regret it
It's gonna hurt you like a drug
Come on and feed me like you mean it
Oh baby, horses can't go wild
Tell the people what they're needing
I'm holding it, keep holding it
I'm holding it, keep holding it
Something I'll never get enough
I try to hustle, I'm using my soul
But I'm still stuck there in the dust
Don't wanna change for other people
I'd to stay close to the plan
And I don't need to follow sheeple
I know the only way I can
Give the people what they're needed
Then you'll see you are succeeding
Dress me up the way you want me
Spit me out and proudly call me
I'm holdin' it, keep holdin' it,
I'm holdin' it, keep holdin' it,