Who do you think you are to ask things of the heart for me? You, that keep the breath of the last rocker that you devoured. Back off groupie, I’m not your boyfriend.
I'm not your boyfriend, baby,
I ain't your cute little sex toy,
I'm not your lion or your tiger,
Won't be your nasty little boy,
I'm not your boyfriend, baby,
I can't grant your every wish,
I'm not your knight in shining armor,
So, I just leave you with this kiss
You can catch me on the speed train,
Beeper in a three-way,
Shinin' with the gleam chain,
And your honey givin' me brain,
You can catch me watchin' AI,
Now it's game time,
Pinkie with the same shine,
Big poetic canine
You know I rep' this shit,
I got my hands up on your chest,
Motherfuckers best believe it,
That you're fuckin' with the best
Kill the lights,
These children learn from cigarette burns, fast cars,
fast women, and cheap
Drinks
It feels right,
All these asphyxiated, self-medicated; take the white
pill, you'll feel alright
