Poor Boy Lyrics

If you could, why you lie?
But your prize let's us him 'em with it
Where they are, what ya do
It's a deal, can't get out of it
I was throwing out the pens and paper
I keep running on the "smell you later"

I'm a poor boy from the good tree
What does Los Angeles want with me?
Sitting at a desk, that's sweet
Not tryna be forgotten

Look at me, look at me, look at me
Me and my ego sitting in a tree
K-I-S-S-I-N-G
Nothing new but I'll do it every week
I'm a rockstar, prob not though
Sock em, I'm kinda some Chicago
Shitty business at the rock show
Looking good bro, where's your head though?

I'm not gonna lie but it kinda looks a little bit special when I try to think
I can smell a thousand rhymes combing through the thick of it
Something's gonna start to stink
(Ah-ah)

I'm a poor boy from the good tree
What does Los Angeles want with me?
Sitting at my desk, that's sweet
Not tryna be forgotten
I don't care what you've heard
Industry's a dirty word
Sing it loud, sing a little louder
Sitting on the fence, that's sweet
Not tryna be forgotten

La-la-la...

I'm a poor boy from the good tree
What does Los Angeles want with me?
Sitting at my desk, that's sweet
Not tryna be forgotten
I don't care what you've heard
Industry's a dirty word
Sing it loud, sing a little louder
Sitting on the fence, that's sweet
Not tryna be forgotten

If you could, why you lie?
But your prize let's us him 'em with it
Where they are, what ya do
It's a deal, can't get out of it