Yeah
Well

[Chorus]
I don’t spend a single day making minimum wage
Okay
I rather blow my brains out than sit in a cage
And I might make a lotta money
Then just give it away
I got nothing to lose
All I see is clouds under my shoes
Uhm
Flight club and I ain’t talkin shoebox (ya)
I might just leave the planet with the moonwalk (ya)
I might be gone tomorrow or I won't
(or I won’t)
Now you see me now you don’t

[Verse 1]
Welllll okay
This is rockin the boat
This is walkin on top of water then stoppin to float
This is nautical
Way beyond tomorrow
I’m Christopher Walken awesome
I’m taking this money into the coffin
This shit a problem though
Who you know that do as many different things as I do?
I ain’t goin anywhere with you I’m going “bye you”
I’m saying hi to, These hoеs
That get ‘em wettеr than a bayou
Shit a little different than in high school
Uhm, Mr. Fisherman please
You had your turn talkin now you listen to me
I don’t work where I live
I don’t shit where I eat
We was dirty ass KIDS that used to play in the street
Look at us now
Shit, I had a vision
Swear I had a vision
We was always hungry so I went and built a kitchen
Nothing to believe in so I started a religion
Swear the world don’t go around without an -ism
[Chrorus]
I don’t spend a single day making minimum wage
Okay
I rather blow my brains out than sit in a cage
And I might make a lotta money
Then just give it away
I got nothing to lose
All I see is clouds under my shoes
Uhm
Flight club and I ain’t talkin shoebox
I might just leave the planet with the moonwalk
I might be gone tomorrow or I won't
Now you see me now you don’t

[Verse 2]
Ya well
What you tryina do?
I been lookin everywhere
And I ain’t findin a clue
In my mind
It’s like a lion that’s inside of a zoo
I’m a giant, not goliath with the violence
I’m a little common quiet
With Sinatra ima fly to the moon
Spent way too much time here inside of this room
So ima be outside until the sky isn’t blue
Until the sun isn’t shinin’, until I die of the flu
Ya
Okay my necklace full of rare stones
Heir to the throne
My mind is always open but it’s frozen in my soul
Somehow I’m in my zone when I’m way out of control
They keep knockin on my door but nobody ever home
Uhm, Mr. Big stuff
I’m Done with the strip clubs
Too much on my mind
I got no time to give fucks
You can call my phone and I don’t pick up
Shit, I let it ring til you give up
[Chorus]
I don’t spend a single day making minimum wage
Okay
I rather blow my brains out than sit in a cage
And I may make a lotta money
Then just give it away
I got nothing to lose
All I see is clouds under my shoes
Uhm
Flight club and I ain’t talkin shoebox
I might just leave the planet with the moonwalk
I might be gone tomorrow or I won't
Now you see me, now you don’t