MIDDLE CLASS CLASS - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

House party, old stones, half-timbered walls

Just showed up with my mates, still sober let's catch up

Cough syrup, line, line line

Getting warmed up, getting warmed up

Getting ready to go face to face

Ready for the laced coke, the fake chicks, the lame jokes

And I laugh as my mate cries out: "same old, same old"

Wanna have a taste of my middle class class

So it's not a waste of your middle class sass

Your pussy's on my cock Reagan-Thatcher style

Let's fuck our way up, cause our class got ganged up

Wanna have a taste of my middle class class

So it's not a waste of your middle class sass

Let's fuck our way up (x3)

Black leggings, iPhone with a shattered screen

Nike Flyknit on your feet, itching to get lit

Drop of sweat messing up your thick, thick make-up

Setting up that basic bitch cred in all the boys' cribs

Who am I to judge I got nothing to give

I'm in the same shit as you, I got nothing to live for

Scrapping, scrapping, scrapping nuggets of identity off the floor of society

Like a hungry fat lad at the closing time of KFC

What's your name? I dig your style it's unusual

You're an artist--What's your name?--I saw your work at Skopia

I like your tats they're really cool, I only have two

What's your job? you don't have one, of course you don't need to

How's depression going? I just knew you did have it

Welcome to the top of Maslow's Pyramid

Where weird shit happens; up there it's paranoid

What do I do? I'm just bored