I don't mean– I don't like to sound like I'm bragging, but– B-but we never really are, no, we never really wanted Anything, but– We get money like the Troubles, blow it at the mall And I still barely even know what Catholics are, but– We get money, like the Troubles, blow it at the mall We get money, like the Troubles, blow it on a car And I hate to be this way, I was taught that it was rude And my mama raised me better, but my brothers raised me too I'm in Turin like Henry, I'm in Barca' like him too Got some trouble with consumption, I still struggle with it too We still blow money, like the Troubles, 'cause we have nothing else to do We have nothing else to do, we have nothing else to do We have nothin' Two hands in the air for the best ones Two albums down now for the rest of 'em Already too much in the septum Said, Slow down, girl, take a rest now Take a second, take a breath in My broski cut up the Vespa Back out the weapon, back up your bredren The last album you dropped was depressing Not one sad song on the record Must be the yes-men B-but we never really are, no, we never really wanted Anything, but– We get money, like the Troubles, blow it at the mall And I still barely even know what Catholics are, but– 'Cause we get money, like the Troubles, blow it at the mall, mall– Two hands in the air for the best ones (mall, m-m-mall–) And keep them there for the rest of 'em (mall, m-m-mall–) This life ain't fair, make the best of it (mall, m-m-mall–) Bro, stand so they see us– We get money, like the Troubles, blow it at the mall (mall, mall) We get money, like the Troubles, blow it at the mall We get money, like the Troubles, blow it at the mall (mall, mall) We get money, like the Troubles, blow it at the mall We get money, like the Troubles, blow it at the mall