Because

[Verse 1: Chiddy Bang] And that's the way it is You wanna soar, but your wings don't work The kids want somebody to believe in Heathens get love for no reason Regular folks do regular things People like this or people like that All I wanna do is take the ching And I'll be M.I.A. on top of the track But let me give you the facts We be getting the paper Let me give you the facts Earthquake bars, yeah you know I spit crack The boy off the wall, get rid of the thumb tack About to take the game and I'll never give it back But, but, the hate is contagious They tamper, they just like the raises I'm Motorola, I'm just like the RAZRs Cause the swag show you the new craze is I think I need to see some new faces She got a fatty, I'm gonna squeeze toothpaste it Top floor yeah, think I might move in Ivy League writing, tell me what you pen I am exciting, this is confusion I'm all about my money, I didn't mean to bring Scrooge in Please check out my melody, I'm heavenly, don't tell on me, I'm puffing on celery Hills like Beverly, the houses, the case come settle me The waves keep spinning, propellin' me I pay, keep grinning, so bet on me And then you gon' see that I am the best because [Hook: Thom Yorke (Sample of "Reckoner") & Chiddy Bang] Because we separate like Ripples on a blank shore Because we separate like (Because, because, don't worry, that's what passion does, don't worry, just pass the bud) Ripples on a blank shore (Let it ripple like I pass the flood and if I fall to the ground, I'm bouncin' back up, try to bring me down, I'm bouncin' back up, haters all around, we bouncin' back up, bouncin' back up) [Verse 2: Chiddy Bang] I bounce up, you dummy Told you I would have this thing wrapped, you mummy I'm a vacuum, honey, cause I'm here to clean it up And this is my Dizm, so tell him beam me up Like my Chevy sits so high up in the sky Not Arabic, but Qatar on my feet, Dubai You recognize a bit of that floss talk I recognize a bit of that buzz talk Cocaine bars on speakers Dream about the day that I charge on features Yeah, before I get to tomorrow, got to conquer today Will I live to tomorrow? Question I ask today Tell me what I can pay, models chicks is all And a bag of chips, so let me know if I am Frito Lay Hear the people say the same thing the preachers say When they hear me spit, tell 'em to pray for me anyway I'm a monster inside of this cage and I can't record tracks As quick I can fill the page, guess what I figure they feel the rage Career suicide, they jumping off the stage One by one, they all fall down like toy soldiers You ain't taking the bread Ain't it funny, we was made to be dead? So I live it through the music, I'm a RADIOHEAD [Hook: Thom Yorke (Sample of "Reckoner") & Chiddy Bang]