Foyer - Mouthe

There they come

There they come

Tryin' to guillotine my vibe

'Cause they know they’ll never get none

It doesn’t matter if you broke or you rich

As long as you don’t act like a stupid little bitch

They can’t understand why

So they scrutinize

With sarcasm like, «Sure, you fo real»

Then it’s like, «Woof, goddamn, you for real»

Blowing up so much

I even start to question it

You know it’s real when you just can’t believe this shit

I can’t

I can’t believe this shit

I can’t believe this shit

I can’t

They all actin' like?

So worried about the bread crumbs

If I’m wakin' then I’m bakin'

I been too sick for sick days

I got work diabetes

I even start to question it

You know it’s real when you just can’t believe

We’re floatin' on easy street

Fuck 'em?

We’re floatin' on easy street

Fuck em

I can’t believe this shit

I can’t believe this shit

We’re floatin' on easy street

Fuck 'em?

We’re floatin' on easy street

Fuck em?

Floatin' on easy street