Lyrics

[Part I: Fancy-Ass] [Verse 1] Nuts-deep in a book about crooks Fifty aspects floating in a book One look is all it took, shitty luck We work, we work, we work just to fuck [Verse 2] Now, looky here, you got a vision for me Fucked up by a man lying in a tree Oh, poor, defied hare, I commend I'll get the firemen to pretend [Part II: Destitute] [Verse 3] Destitute, our new recruit Find a goat to sell your sloop John B dead, not enough said Dogs pull the sled over the hilltop Over the hilltop [Verse 4] Applying makeup to the shakeup, never let the real you go Do the ballroom dancing cheap shit Sunglass rules Discover too Well ain't dry And your friend came by To find it all inside the shed Pickled wristband born in Holland Two PHDs to LSD PHD