[Verse 1]

Midwest kid

Got half a chance in hell at success and a quarter in LA

But if the ego slips, good luck with all the bills

'Cause you ain't going nowhere if your product doesn't sell now

(What's the product?) It's you

Your insight and your pride

Everything you love inside is now a market plan

For people to buy up

You deepest worries turn into another public stock

[Pre-Chorus]

But I can dream

Of lawyers and their schemes

The people who run the show

Are the same people who think that

[Chorus]

Beachside sugar pie going up the nosе is alright

Cash the money I make for you and say you'rе the guy

But you got nothing without my signature on the dotted line

[Verse 2]

A traffic jam

It's enough to say you're toast

'Cause bosses don't have sympathy for lateness on the coast

And is that a van?

You probably should know

The way you're killing trees with every tank that you get full now

(What's the problem?) It's you

'Cause you're from the outside

You can't do nothing right

So if you want in

You better know the guy

Or someone with an ugly tie and a faded hairline

[Pre-Chorus]

You see

You thought it'd be easy

But if you wanna run the show

You're gonna have to start to think that

[Chorus]

Beachside sugar pie going up the nose is alright

Cash the money I make for you and say you're the guy

But you got nothing without my signature on the dotted line

[Bridge]

The sales tax of success is a hundred percent

I came here to do what I do the best

But if I can't do that, I'll be just like the rest

Yeah, if I can't do that, I'm gonna say

[Chorus]

Beachside sugar pie going up the nose is alright

Cash the money I make for you and say you're the guy

Everything is mine when I get your signature on the dotted line