your whole life has been gentrified
do you know what i mean?
you had secrets to hide
you think I'd never find out
you said your lips were sealed
and then you'd open your mouth
this aint a question of guilt
this is a question of doubt in you
you want the world on a platter
want your friends on a string
you want them all to matter
want them down on their knees
they'll give you what you've dreamed of
but it's not what you need