Suck the puff out of your cheeks
They've been red, you've been in heat
The story stayed sad and seamless
When the feast arrives we'll murder it
Hold my head while I eat
We've been starving
Scaring ghosts under sheets
We're naked as graves and speechless
Coined the term suave losin' it
We look aghast and our feet don't touch the floor
We're a far cry from home
Won't be heard and it won't get us stoned
No one says fierec
Fierce like we used to when we were all enraged
Ablaze, spectacular
Now bitching bleeds when boasting leaves
About the pageantry of the floor model thieves
We carry our torch bright and it don't die
When it's night, not good
We're not loving it
But the dying man don't complain
Cause the dead man don't feel no pain
We look like trash
And our feet don't touch the floor