作词 : Ishmael Butler
 作曲 : Ishmael Butler
Searching blind
Run behind
Out of time
Into fire
Caked up in fake love to get you high
Searching blind
Run behind
Out of time
Into fire
Caked up in fake love to get you high
Searching blind
Run behind
Out of time
Into fire
Caked up in fake love to get you high
Searching blind
Run behind
Out of time
Into fire
Caked up in fake love to get you high
This sh*t is gorgeous
It's bitchin' with your fortunes
One hundred medallions in a scout scrimpin' fortress
Secret potions voted concealed emotions
Grim-tilted-bounce-killing shades for his orbit
In a haze
And is hoping that they watchin'
Before artists he's droppin' to the fifth and bet he boppin'
A little boy coppin'
Let the top down
Aim straight
Climbing in the middle A-
Nother statistic for the
Searching blind
Run behind
Out of time
Into fire
Caked up in fake love to get you high
Searching blind
Run behind
Out of time
Into fire
Caked up in fake love to get you high

Say Jack
Let me ask you a question
Do you want it
Do you want it
Do you want it
Fast - Do you want it
Like
Fast- do you want it
Like
How fast - Do you want it
Like
How fast - Do you want it
Like
How fast - Do you want it
Like
How fast - Do you want it
Damn ni**a how fast do you want it

The nights are getting stronger and the days are getting longer
The buildings getting bigger
Outside is getting smaller
The lies are getting truer and the truth is getting brighter
Things are looking blacker
But black is looking whiter
The price is getting higher and the buyers is the flyest
The stars are never brighter
The good up getting tired
Yesterday you threw it 'cus you gots to have the new sh*t
And money always fools ya  So corny's getting cooler
Nothing's gonna stop it if it's bound to turn a profit
For this I might not do it
For this I let you watch it
But  Right now
Let me make a toast with champagne to commemorate these years that thuggin' went mainstream
Where stars rise and fall and organize regimes
And candidate themselves as some shiny card kings
Convince us that they fake we seen 'em for sneakers and rings
Tell us how they all down to killin' times is steam
Psht
To live they life off triple beams
And in the end never really was what they seemed
But take a clip of me and Alexander McQueen
Pose in front the Caddy painted candy money green
Where angels and devils in seven hundred dollar jeans
And all the eyes will sparkle with at-any-cost gleam
'Cus it's mean
So mean
Kna' mean
'Cus it's mean
So mean
I know you know what I mean
'Cus it's mean
So mean
Kna' mean
'Cus it's mean
So mean
I know you know what I mean