Room Full Of Strangers (RFOS)

[Verse 1: Bobby Capri] I was never mediocre, greatness was immediate Meetings with a mediator couldn't come between it I'm an artiste Like Metta World Peace I'm-a need the world, fuck giving me just a piece I have to do it major, fuck a justice of the peace I want the whole shebang, couple Angels, and a priest 4-door 5, 45% angle the seats Fortune 500, somewhere hanging on the beach Before all I wanted was a couple Cuban links Now the goal is Mark Cuban, puffing Cubans with a drink Out in Cuba like I'm Jay, Frank Lucas in a mink Bumping into Cuba Gooding Jr. sooner than you think [Hook: Bobby Capri] I never had a silver spoon But I will soon Never had contacts, 'til the smoke filled the room Now my little black book, got a couple volumes Got me making small talk in pretty large rooms (Yeah, yeah) I'm in a room full of strangers (Yeah, yeah) I'm in a room full of strangers (Yeah, yeah) I'm in a room full of strangers And this money in my pocket's the only familiar faces [Verse 2: Bobby Capri] I will never be content with the continent I'm on Got the kind of tint you can't see through on the Continental Whip the Lincoln through the Lincoln Tunnel Linking up with models Lincoln Lawyers that we pay to do the thinking for us Who can back up what I'm saying. Me, I'm thinking forward Room full of strangers, on the brink of paranoia In the VIP, no ones seem to be important But everything's embroidered Boat shoes. Ain't no Jordans Bitches popping "Blue Dolphins" it boost up their endorphins She gon' top me off, and all my kids end up as orphans Got Annes' in her panties Kobe Bryant type extortion Looking at me like a come up, just so she can shop at Nordstrom [Hook: Bobby Capri] I never had a silver spoon But I will soon Never had contacts, 'til the smoke filled the room Now my little black book, got a couple volumes Got me making small talk in pretty large rooms (Yeah, yeah) I'm in a room full of strangers (Yeah, yeah) I'm in a room full of strangers (Yeah, yeah) I'm in a room full of strangers And this money in my pocket's the only familiar faces