Little Man

I wanna start jiving to a different beat
Hanging with the kids across the street
Lying in real high when I make the scene
Hold a crooked hand beneath a shady tree
So if you're coming through, you better look out for me
I like hanging with the dealers
For me, there's nothing realer
You can do what you want, just don't fuck with me
No decision to fight it
No distress in the slightest
You get what you want, I get what I deserve
But I've prepared you a statement
Then shortly after, I ate it
You get what you want, I get heartburn