When The People Cheer Lyrics - The Roots

Lights, camera, chemical reaction 

Attracted to a body of lies with fat asses 

Thank the most high for the high of high fashion 

My art of war is killer couture, denim assassin 

Am I a douchebag or just another doo-rag? 

Tryna get ahead on some brand new-wave shit 

For your entertainment money is the language 

So every time I speak I'm tryna make another payment 

I do 'em dirty, sleep and get a dirt nap, that works 

Tell my P.O. ask me where I work at 

Think I woulda learned that sleeping in the bird trap 

Living on the run like somebody tryna burn fat 

I don't give a fuck, now maybe that's abstinence 

Or the arrogance of someone who ain't got shit 

That think money over bitches is a stock tip... 

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I live in a trap where things go crack 

Wake up in the boxes with a box of Apple Jacks 

Everybody acts like God is all that 

But I got the feelin' he ain't never coming back 

So I got an angel that answer my prayer 

Floating on the cloud that I blow in the air 

Nobody wins but nobody cares 

They just want blood when the people cheer 

I'm down to 95 dollars, that's the extent of my riches 

Out of 99 problems, 98 of 'em is bitches 

Out here hollerin' what's ironic is 

I've honestly been tryna do what's right 

But some jawn legs in the air tonight, like Phil Collins 

I'm a sex-addicted introvert 

Sucker for a pencil skirt 

Looking for a shorty coming from work, that I can pervert 

On my existential grind doing consequential dirt 

Searchin' for physical pleasure if I don't go mental first 

Molly poppin', trolley hoppin' 

Know somebody prolly watchin' 

That ain't stoppin' me from coppin' a feel 

Karate choppin' in this after-hours spot 

Watching mommy body rockin' 

First I feed her vodka shots then she eat my Johnnie Cochran 

Livin' fast, drinkin' capt' 

One of them hoes even had 

The audacity ask me how long this thing would last 

I said, "You wanna pay for class? Get on that stage and shake your ass." 

She keep a dick in a box and in an emergency break the glass 

I make her laugh 

She makes it clap 

And then she gives me lap dances and I'm thankful that 

She keeps providing the place for me to be unfaithful at... 

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I live in a trap where things go crack 

Wake up in the boxes with a box of Apple Jacks 

Everybody acts like God is all that 

But I got the feelin' he ain't never coming back 

So I got an angel that answer my prayer 

Floating on the cloud that I blow in the air 

Nobody wins but nobody cares 

They just want blood when the people cheer