Original lyrics
ENMy pocket don't drive me fast
My mother treats me slow
My statue's got a concrete heart
But you're the coldest bitch i know
In the factory that you call your mind
Graveyard thoughts of stone
A master thief i wouldn't enter there
You've nothing i would care to own, so help me
You're pretending that you got it made
You know i know you know no truth
You're still serving cookies and kool-aid
You're so proper and so cute
My pocket don't drive me fast
My mother treats me slow
My statue's got a concrete heart
But you're the coldest bitch i know, so help me
