[Chorus: Raphael Saadiq]
Never do, what they do, what they do, what they do
Never do, what they do, what they do, what they do

[Verse 1]
Yo, yo
Grand innovation, glammed information
Citizens of a brand embellished nation
Lie as a cause for such a grave infectious sin
Although, some characterize it as a virtue
Necessary for control
It won’t hurt you
Grabbing goods by the non-existent curfew
Industry’s titans cracking their will
Don’t bend the bill
Rather risk the kill of your own
Fruition, intuition as a weapon lacks proper imposition
Just lock your mind before the ticking mine
Blows off
Your rebellious prеsence breaks thе call off
Happenings wander off to lower fringes
Of impervious societies
Why even try to be laughing sprites
Within a lottery monotony
Just avoid rebuttals that bottle up industry
[Chorus: Raphael Saadiq]
Never do, what they do, what they do, what they do
Never do, what they do, what they do, what they do

[Verse 2]
Welcome in a soft spoken Teddy bear
Wielding the key to careful freedom
Hear the metaphorical thud of progressive bonds
Marking the breaking of numerous corporatists calls
Who fall from once insurmountable heights
Biting more than one can chew some would say
It became the day to pay back some reimbursement
Granted the hurting
Impossible to hide, confide in Taft humble endings
Crafting impending loopholes
Before the tooth gold cast emboldens
A generation of virtuous money seekers
Pandering to the necessary sin of greed
It’s always better you than me
So don’t attempt an unescapable strangle on me
Or rather just pawn me off to never do what they do…

[Chorus: Raphael Saadiq]
Never do, what they do, what they do, what they do
Never do, what they do, what they do, what they do
[Verse 3]
Watch as the kids stumble out of the mines
Repping a new found kind set in time
Justify kilter normality
Usual plurality gathering in droves
Magnetizing seething suit men
Grabbing their boot-men to shoot them
In defiance to an old omen
Loot up to capitalize earned finance
Buy out proficient compliance for an appliance
Towards the good old American vice
Written zealots fronting to pay the price
Gesturing a subtle notion for escape
To become freed men in Friedman’s land
Where the take of the pie is only for thy and not I
Who could buy such consumption
Without assumption of restitution
Forwards and towards a plan for the human population

[Outro: Raphael Saadiq]
Never do, what they do, what they do, what they do
Never do, what they do, what they do, what they do
Never do, what they do, what they do, what they do
Never do, what they do, what they do, what they do
Never do, what they do, what they do, what they do
Never do, what they do, what they do, what they do