Listen up
Pretty boy walks he struts like he's vertigo
The limousine comes showing awful hott to lit it up (that sentence isn't right I cant figure out what it says)
Pretty boy talks everyone around him smiles
Bodies start shaking hands taking man by photo style (ahh again I cant figure out what he says!)
Pretty boy lives the dreams while he's wide-awake
Life will still have his games while the whole wide world will suffocate (again! LOL)
Then he cries on the dime anytime the camera's on
But alone no ones home has his own painted stove
Yea he gets it all for free
Cause pretty boy will never know what it's like to me
And whether snap-soles confiscated never gonna be so isolated
There's a million more ready to take his place
Yea snap-soles confiscated never gonna be so complicated
There's a million lies written across his face