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]