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 class 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 ass. 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 SEX 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