The Roots - When The People Cheer Lyrics

<CENTER> </CENTER><br /><CENTER><EM><U><B>When The People Cheer Lyrics by The Roots</B> </U></EM><br /><P>Lights, camera, chemical reaction<BR>Attracted to a body of lies with fat asses<BR>Thank the most high for high of high fashion<BR>My art of war is killer couture, denim assassin</P><br /><P>Am I a douchebag or just another doo rag?<BR>Tryna get ahead on some brand new wave shit<BR>For your entertainment money is the language<BR>So every time I speak I’m tryna make another payment<BR>I do ‘em dirty sleep and get a dirt nap, that works<BR>Tell my P.O. ask me where I work at<BR>Think I woulda learned that sleeping in the bird trap<BR>Living on the run like somebody tryna burn fat<BR>I don’t give a fuck, now maybe that’s abstinence<BR>Or the arrogance of someone who ain’t got shit<BR>That think money over bitches is a stock tip…</P><br /><P>I live in a trap where things load crack<BR>Wake up in the boxes with a box of Apple Jacks<BR>Everybody acts like God is all that<BR>But I got the feelin’ he ain’t never coming back<BR>So I got an angel that answer my prayer<BR>Floating on the cloud that I blow in the air<BR>Nobody wins but nobody cares<BR>They just want blood when the people cheer</P><br /><P>I’m down to 95 dollars, that’s the extent of my riches<BR>Out of 99 problems, 98 of ‘em is bitches<BR>Out here hollerin' what’s ironic is<BR>I’ve honestly been tryna do what’s right<BR>But ... your legs in the air tonight, like Phil Collins<BR>I’m a sex-addicted introvert<BR>Sucker for a pencil skirt<BR>Looking for a shorty coming from work, that I can pervert<BR>On my existential grind doing consequential dirt<BR>Searchin’ for physical pleasure if I don’t go mental first<BR>Molly poppin’, trolley hoppin’<BR>Know somebody prolly watchin’<BR>That ain’t stoppin’ me from coppin’ a feel<BR>Karate choppin’ in this after-hours spot<BR>Watching mommy body rockin’<BR>First I feed her vodka shots then she eat my Jonnie Cochran<BR>Livin’ fast, drinkin’ capt'<BR>One of them hoes even had<BR>The audacity ask me how long this thing would last<BR>I said, “You wanna pay for class? Get on that stage and shake your ass.”<BR>She keep a dick in a box and in an emergency break the glass<BR>I make her laugh<BR>She makes it clap<BR>And then she gives me lap dances and I’m thankful that<BR>She keeps providing the place for me to be unfaithful at…</P><br /><P>I live in a trap where things load crack<BR>Wake up in the boxes with a box of Apple Jacks<BR>Everybody acts like God is all that<BR>But I got the feelin’ he ain’t never coming back<BR>So I got an angel that answer my prayer<BR>Floating on the cloud that I blow in the air<BR>Nobody wins but nobody cares<BR>They just want blood when the people cheer</P><br /><P> </P></CENTER>

The Roots - When The People Cheer Lyrics

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