Can you feel it?. Feel it?. Oh. First class help you in the game like a free throw. . Fill my bank up with cash, my glass with Clicquot. You ain't gotta tell your friends what we talk about or the places we go.
Look how the ruts cling to my footsteps. The fatal invisible tool, by which we define. We fight for our approval. And fear our removal from the safety of fools.