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

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
I know you 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