Lyrics

They say, "Ain't that quaint", they say, "Ain't that cute" I wear hit hop soul over rock and roll roots I got to lay it down false 'cause the truth don't sell You got to get in the mall to feed the imbeciles Revenge has gotten me this far Revenge has gotten me this far Revenge has gotten me this far Can you imagine my luck? Can you imagine my luck? I got a palace out of town over on the west side My wife and kids can't stand me, neither can I My girlfriend says, "Hon' what is it you do?" I guess my fans understand, if you don't, fuck you Revenge has gotten me this far Revenge has gotten me this far Revenge has gotten me this far Can you imagine my luck? Can you imagine my luck? I don't smile for the camera, I know you heard I mugged a kid once when I lived in the suburbs Ah there's beauty down there in those little things Well, have you seen my wallet? Have you seen my rings? Revenge has gotten me this far Revenge has gotten me this far Revenge has gotten me this far Can you imagine my luck? Can you imagine my luck?