ISARA - MIDDLE CLASS CLASS lyrics

[Verse 1] House party, old stones, half-timbered walls Just showed up with my mates, still sober let's catch up Cough syrup, line, line line Getting warmed up, getting warmed up Getting ready to go face to face Ready for the laced coke, the fake chicks, the lame jokes And I laugh as my mate cries out: "same old, same old" [Chorus] Wanna have a taste of my middle cla** cla** So it's not a waste of your middle cla** sa** Your p**y's on my co*k Reagan-Thatcher style Let's f** our way up, cause our cla** got ganged up Wanna have a taste of my middle cla** cla** So it's not a waste of your middle cla** sa** Let's f** our way up (x3) [Verse 2] Black leggings, iPhone with a shattered screen Nike Flyknit on your feet, itching to get lit Drop of sweat messing up your thick, thick make-up Setting up that basic b**h cred in all the boys' cribs Who am I to judge I got nothing to give I'm in the same sh** as you, I got nothing to live for Scrapping, scrapping, scrapping nuggets of identity off the floor of society Like a hungry fat lad at the closing time of KFC [Chorus] [Verse 3] What's your name? I dig your style it's unusual You're an artist--What's your name?--I saw your work at Skopia I like your tats they're really cool, I only have two What's your job? you don't have one, of course you don't need to How's depression going? I just knew you did have it Welcome to the top of Maslow's Pyramid Where weird sh** happens; up there it's paranoid What do I do? I'm just bored [Chorus]