Set, I'm gonna fit right in
When I put on my good clothes
All I gotta do is pick six digits
Then I'll live among the innermost
Another cannonball
Waiting for the axe to fall
On the shit catapault
People say I ain't got no soul
But who knows?
Set stagflating on the inside
Another sunny day
I'm gonna push that button over and over
And I can't wait for the eighties to be over again
If I don't give it up
How they gonna trickle down?
I put my shit on a catapault
My fight is just a stepping stone
Could go to Canada
Could go to Mexico
Oooh, another hot night cinematic
Brand new fully-automatic soul
(My muscle truck is just a metaphor)
Set, invisible hands gonna pull all the money out
Gonna take every red cent
Why you gotta be so reticent?
People say you gotta learn to love the smell
When you run the shit catapault
People say I ain't got no soul
But who knows?
My face is just a stepping stone
Could go to Canada
Could go to Mexico