My pocket don't drive me fast My mother treats me slow My statue's got a concrete heart But you're the coldest bitch i know
In the factory that you call your mind Graveyard thoughts of stone A master thief i wouldn't enter there You've nothing i would care to own, so help me
You're pretending that you got it made You know i know you know no truth You're still serving cookies and kool-aid You're so proper and so cute
My pocket don't drive me fast My mother treats me slow My statue's got a concrete heart But you're the coldest bitch i know, so help me
