[Chorus]
Yeah, well
I won’t spend a single day making minimum wage
Okay, I’d rather blow my brains out, than sit in a cage
And I might make a lot of money, then just give it away
I got nothing to lose, all I see is clouds under my shoes
Uhm, flight club, and I ain’t talking shoe box
I might just leave the planet with a moonwalk
I might be gone tomorrow or I won’t
Now you see me, now you don’t

[Verse 1]
Well, okay
This is rocking the boat, this is waking on top of water
Then stopping to float, this is nautical
Way beyond tomorrow, I’m Christopher Walken awesome
I’m taking this money into the coffin, this shit a problem though
Who you know to do as many different things as I do
I ain’t going anywhere with you, I’m going by you
I’m saying hi to, these hoes to get them water than the Bayou
Shit a little different than in high school
Uhm, Mr. Fisherman please
You had your turn talking, now you listen to me
I don’t work where I live, I don’t shit where I eat
We was dirty ass kids that used to play in the streets
Look at us now, shit
I had a vision, swear I had a vision
We was always hungry, so I went a build the kitchen
Nothing to believe in, so I started a religion
Swear the world don’t go around without misery
[Chorus]
I won’t spend a single day making minimum wage
Okay, I’d rather blow my brains out, than sit in a cage
And I might make a lot of money, then just give it away
I got nothing to lose, all I see is clouds under my shoes
Uhm, flight club, and I ain’t talking shoe box
I might just leave the planet with a moonwalk
I might be gone tomorrow or I won’t
Now you see me, now you don’t

[Verse 2]
Yeah, well
What you trying to do?
I’ve been looking everywhere, and I ain’t finding a clue
And my mind is like a lion that’s inside of a zoo
I’m a giant, (?)with the violence
I'm a little calm and quiet, with Sinatra, Imma fly to the moon
Spent way too much time here inside of this room
So imma be outside until the sky isn’t blue
Until the sun isn’t shining, until I die of the flu
Yeah, okay
My necklace full of rare stones, heir to the throne
My mind is always open, but its frozen in my soul
Somehow I’m in my zone when I’m way out of control
They keep knocking on my door, but nobody ever home
Uhm, Mr. Big Stuff, done with the strip clubs
Too much in my mind, I got no time to give fucks
You can call my phone, I don’t pick up
Shit, I’ll let it ring til’ you give up
[Chorus]
I won’t spend a single day making minimum wage
Okay, I’d rather blow my brains out, than sit in a cage
And I might make a lot of money, then just give it away
I got nothing to lose, all I see is clouds under my shoes
Uhm, flight club, and I ain’t talking shoe box
I might just leave the planet with a moonwalk
I might be gone tomorrow or I won’t
Now you see me, now you don’t