Golden moca**ins cover my feet with excellence
Patch the gaps in pouch with numbers I show reverence. Visions of me on a bridge in the latest Benz
That's me all majestic in a moment thinkin' preference
Why sit in a Local temple full of old dummies
When comfort is a ride plus heater in the two seats
Lord knows, Lord knows: It's human to be sacrilegious, good/bad, black/white, ying/yang: It's pretty simple
I'm Vinie the Poo, just out there getting honey
Hunger pokes my nerves.. I'm on my "F*** B****** and get Curry"
My Living room got persian carpet
Food, table got bread and water
Every day I chase gold, like my last name Potter
I never felt like my connections been broad. I spend most of my time in a reclusive entourage
Contemplating how to make my parents quit they job
Clichés on clichés, ain't nothing has evolved
Ain't nothing has been solved
My mind's a loaded gun
Ready to go off, causing an inner harm
Elation mixed with patience, and prison like condition, ambition: is a daily co*ktail I'm served from a can
I read the Bible with rifle lying next to my hand
(In)'Case Holy Water dries out, still gotta grab some bags