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 Course 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. 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 the man After he buys you .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