At the Bottom

Hand in the air praising diamonds
Their eyes cast low to the idols
He got a gold touch just like Midas
And he's bourgeois down to the bottle

Oh and you must be afraid to face yourself
You're surrounded but all alone
The headlines show me on the regular

You became like a god and made your wealth
You're on your throne but you're all alone
The headlines show me on the regular

And here we are like crabs in a barrel
Dont tell me what you know about magic and the devil
Youre bringing me down

And no i dont believe you
I dont believe you are what you say you are
gods and superstars from the land of Oz

She's feignin for Christian Dior
And he preceeds to what the priests see as war
I smoked 11 for no apparent reason
as i smite the devil with both hands
A flick of the wrist turn to revolt from the nomads
Homie thinks im slipping mama thinks i do no bad
But no matter what they think i tell em stick to the program homie

Oh and you must be afraid to face yourself
You're surrounded but all alone
The headlines show me on the regular

You became like a god and made your wealth
You're on your throne but you're all alone
The headlines show me on the regular

And here we are like crabs in a barrel
Dont tell me what you know about magic and the devil
Youre bringing me down

And no i dont believe you
I dont believe you are what you say you are
gods and superstars from the land of Oz