I ask you,


Who’s gonna be a prophet when we bought them all out?

God I saw your prophet at that festival
I think they bought him up a house on the Western Coast

Who Want It

I see men speaking of love and they’re speaking of god
But when those profits are to low they’re on that radio dial

Who Want It
You Get It

There’s static in their melodies, some are moving backwards,
You ain’t making breakups songs? You ain’t moving to Calabasas

What you thought you were making change?
Music about the money in the long run never pays

Who’s gonna be the ‘man’ when the money runs out,
Who’s gonna be a prophet when we bought them all out,
You’re gonna buy those Jordans with that Nike swoosh?

I may never be a prophet but at least I ain’t you

Who Want It

I ask you,

Who’s gonna be a prophet man we bought them all out


We Want It