One, two, three, four
Eyes staring at me as I walk through the door
Oh, left, right, left, right
My head is on a swivel as I'm stepping inside
'Cause I know, oh, I know
That I look like I don't belong
I can't wait, I can't wait
To prove these buttoned-up fuckers wrong (Buttoned-up fuckers wrong)
Just like the night turns into day
So does that smug-ass look on their face
When I get in line and patiently wait
Then take out my wallet and begin to pay
The metal in my face had probably set off alarms
Until I walked around your store with clothes on my arms
And I'll be doing plenty more than trying and testing
So the smile you wear's a frown that's in the wrong direction
I'll be the anomaly on rodayo, 'dayo
Property value is going to tank
And their shops are closing the very same day, I
Become the anomaly on rodayo, 'dayo
You'll probably spot me from miles away
Ask how much longer do I have to stay
Just like the night turns into day
So does that smug-ass look on their face
When I get in line and patiently wait
Then take out my wallet and begin to pay
'Cause you don't think someone that looks as seasoned as me (Ah)
Could ever get the funds to drive a G63 (G63)
And I'll be doing plenty more than trying and testing
So the smile you wear's a frown that's in the wrong direction
Fuck
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