I don't know if it's in the record store yet But I wanna pick it up So, what's up? It don't feel right (it don't, it don't) It don't feel right (ooh)
It's all in the stars By ways of Mars With my dark With my dark Always standing on Betting on my fault Monetary Gods Never shoot your guards Power You do anything for power
Our presence with the Lords Infiltrate our Gods We blame it what we are This is ours No don't you cry no more Had to be made 'cause the pain Oh whoa Try to stay sane
Man Aye man, I'm tryna go to this record shop, man, call this nigga I know these niggas there, we gotta call 'em right now, call 'em Aight aight, we'll call 'em right now Ah, where these niggas at though?
Come on, Pink Siifu, Fly Anakin, I know you're there You're not doing anything, it's a record shop You're fucking sitting there collecting dust Ain't nobody there Ain't nobody fucking there These niggas too cool And bye
