Released on January 1, 2012

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[Hook: Luke Christopher]

Put your damn hands up

I'm in the middle with a hand and a hammer

You in the crowd with a handful of cameras

Me and my people, we've got all the damn answers, so

One time for the people who made me

And two times for the people that hate me

We here

We here


[Verse 1: Luke Christopher]

Geez. I think I lack the motivation

I think I lack the motivation (the motivation)

Or maybe I don't have the patience

Or maybe I don't have the patience for fakeness

Lame shit never make it

You'll probably fuck around and blame it on the racists

And every time they ask me what my name is

(I) look 'em in the face and tell 'em I'm the latest

Shit, from the pits up in Holly

What can't spend money and then fall in love with Barbie's

Where superfical and and superstitious niggas is folly

They give their heart to Shaniqua and then fuck around with Carly's

Questions and answers, cancerous

Say you had enough? Enough chances

Dancing with the devil

Girl, just because you was bad don't mean that you on my level


[Hook]


[Verse 2: Luke Christopher]

Wow. I think I lack the inspiration

I think I lack the inspiration (the inspiration)

Forgot to take my medication

Forgot to take my medication

Damn, niggas need a superhero

I'm more like a Doctor Evil

Lock the keyhole, rocks regal in vivid

Giving women a number that's only got six digits

[Spoken](Here you go, baby.) (Asshole!)

Girl, please

You the baddest girl ever from your toes to your knees

If that cross that you rock make your asshole leave

Yeah, my ass don't bleed. I say my ass don't bleed

What's you religion? I mean supervision

I mean, what's the difference between a minute and infinity?

I've got the power, I got the soul

They fell off the game so I'm putting 'em on


[Hook]