Pilsen

Hey man, what kinda scam are you running here? Though I must have been crazy for two weeks Plus two months off, I notice it's a run-around But no favors are fair, so... Tell me what you know Tell me what you stole and how you made it yours It's a frame to hold the sight of you And turn it back around Through a smile to disguise the truth You'll powder-coat it, then promote it Hey man, what kinda scam are you running here? Or am I justified to say "Hey, wait up, it's all mixed up, but the price is there" See, no favors are fair, so... Tell me what you know Tell me what you stole Sell me what you know And how you made it yours It's a frame to hold the sight of you And turn it back around Through a smile to disguise the truth Inside your house I'm at your house