Now the deals over
But it's as
If there's nothing to show
Put on repeat, over and over, and over
You think that you can take me over
You think that you can make me see
You think you hold a four-leaf clover
Maybe
I've got to show you
Something
I think
You've got to know
You're, takin' bacon from me
I've got no type of direction
High on society
High, high, high