Three times alone this week   I was suppose to be a rock star   I only beat you when I'm drunk   You're only pretty when you're crying      We are suppose to be   The ones to set the air afire   Three times alone this week   I was made into a liar      Whether I found the gold   I never told   Richer, I   Brilliant white, I      I wear shoes that move men from desert to riches   Give me what you got, girl   And scratch it because it itches      Call me Chameleon and set this air afire   Three times alone this week   I was supposed to be a liar      Whether I found the gold   I never told   Richer, I   Brilliant white, I      Maybe not, why the stare?   Would I lie about that which I am scared?   What did I say to you?      Step into a pot of gold   Rejoice in fire   That which soon burns gold   What did I say to you?      Maybe not, why the stare?   Would I lie about that which I am scared?   What did I say to you?   Nothing      Step into a pot of gold   Rejoice in fire   That which soon burns gold   What did I say to you?      And I can't deny   The love, the throat, sincerity   And I can't deny it   I've got to keep my P M A