[verse]
I fall in love every once in a while
If it's not with your body then it must be your style
I don't know, I just go, but it ain't with the flow
And if you wanna be an artist, do you sell them your soul?
Uh, for radio, for the platinum and gold
Do you wanna see yourself selling out for a show
I would rather make a profit in the valley of p**n
Novocain got them gone, got them doing it raw
Money make them all come, when they down in the dumps
All I gotta do is say, how much would it cost?
Then she take it all off, not knowing her worth
I make her put it back in, told her it was a joke
Whoa I'm wrong for the things I do
But I think that you're unbelievable
Uh you need to get your life in check
Before you let it all go and lose self respect