Lip Service

Yeah
Thaiboy, Thaiboy
Checks on my neck
Racks on racks
Yeah, high I hold it in my hand
Hating on the kid, I became a man
What’s the plan? Tell me that
Speaking on my name, what’s with that?
Where your manners? Get your bands up
What was the chance that I win?
Drain Gang, we take on everything
Cash- cash slips, lip service
Angels don’t exist
Cash slips, lip service
Angels don’t exist
Cash slips, lip service
Ay, ay, touch my lips
Cash slips, lip service
Ay, ay
She’s a raver, she my angel
Can’t nobody take her, but myself
Young Thaiboy, I be so sick
She made me get well
All these broke boys, they don’t know shit
To the stars, there is no end
Gotta hide the love, because it’s old now
(I let my skin touch your clothes)
Gotta hide the love
(Far away you feel so close)
'Cause I’m aching
(I don’t wanna let you go)
Oh, she’s a raver
Don’t believe in angels
Shred all the papers
Cover up their faces
Cash slips, lip service
Angels don’t exist
Cash slips, lip service
Angels don’t exist
Cash slips, lip service
Ay, ay, touch my lips
Cash slips, lip service
What, what
Check on my neck, she’s so bad
Two rubber bands, throw with that
Girl what’s your name, what’s the plan?
Understand, do the math
Killing all this cash
Cash slips, lip service
Angels don’t exist
Cash slips, lip ser- an-angels
An-angels don’t exist
Cash slips, lip service
Ay, ay, touch my lips
Touch my lips, lip service
Ay, ay
Check on my neck, she’s so bad
Two rubber bands, two with that
Girl what’s your name, what’s the plan?
Understand, do the math
Counting all this cash