Everything we think we love
it ain’t nothing but a brand name.
Such a soul, sold it the other day
this right here is hand-made
pump out four a day
but everyday
we love love
like it didn’t kick our fuckin’ ass
just yesterday you were a fuckin’ mess
called twice picked you up at a pub
hopin’ not to make the twenty-seven club.
Still hear that alarm
daggers through the drums
sellin’ our self market our flow
to everyone else
just nothin’ but a brand name
just to get a taste of class fame
it’s to tame such a shame
walkin’ the path to reclaim my first name
the lords baby
a righteous little maybe.
Saint's Muse 