I'm Designer

My generation’s for sale Beats a steady job. How much have you got ? My generation don’t trust no one Its hard to blame Not even ourselves The thing that’s real for us is: Fortune and Fame All the rest seems like work. Its just like Diamonds In shit I’m high cla*s I’m a Whore Actually both Basically I'm a Pro We’ve all got our own style Of Baggage Why hump it yourself? You’ve made me an offer that I can refuse Cos either way I get screwed COUNTER PROPOSAL: I go home & Jerk Off It’s truly a lie. I counterfeit myself It’s truly a lie. I counterfeit myself You don’t own, you don’t own, you don’t own You don’t own what none can buy You don’t own NEITHER DO I High and mighty you say selling out is a shame. Is that the name of your book? Push a silver spoon in your a*s. No more holding us down dog. down mutt. Nice mutt You’re insulted You can’t be bought or sold. TRANSLATION: offer too low You don’t know what you’re worth. It isn’t much My piano is for sale. How many times must I sell myself before my pieces are gone ? I’m one of a kind !!! I’m designer! Never again will I repeat myself Enough is never enough Never again will I repeat myself It used to be the plan was: SCREWING THE MAN Now its HAVE s*x WITH A MAN (after he buys you dot-com for sale at a low, low price) It’s truly a lie, I counterfeit myself Its truly a lie, I counterfeit myself You don’t own , you don’t own, you don’t own me You don’t own what none can buy You don’t own NEITHER DO I