Jordan Belfort (feat. Nate Lemons)

I'ma sell you the pen that I wrote the verse with When they playin' me out to my own love song I'm a fly on the wall that you rehearse with And the cables that you trip on I'ma sell you the pen that I wrote the verse with When they playin' me out to my own love song I'm a fly on the wall that you rehearse with Never getting the words wrong They hear me walking out to the sound of my best song Disrupt the power, but don't disrupt the peace Got me weak to my knees like a dog in the heat And his ripped jeans are unraveled at the seams But I marvel at his tattered self-esteem And he's got me around his finger And this cool breeze begins to linger All around me, eventually I'm drowning Hiding in a place, you thought you found me I'ma sell you the pen that I wrote the verse with When they playin' me out to my own love song I'm a fly on the wall that you rehearse with And the cables that you trip on I'ma sell you the pen that I wrote the verse with When they playin' me out to my own love song I'm a fly on the wall that you rehearse with Never getting the words wrong They hear me walking out to the sound of my best song Fly on the wall, pen to the pad, foot to the gas If you messing with my vision, put you out on your ass The pandemic is over, but people wearing a mask While I rip mine off, while I write these songs Me and M0j0 pounding on our chests Like apes, King Kong, like apes, King Kong Yeah, like apes. King Kong, uh I'ma sell you the pen that I wrote the verse with When they playin' me out to my own love song I'm a fly on the wall that you rehearse with And the cables that you trip on I'ma sell you the pen that I wrote the verse with When they playin' me out to my own love song I'm a fly on the wall that you rehearse with Never getting the words wrong They hear me walking out to the sound of my best song Best song bumpin' I been in the kitchen with the British making crumpets They lettin' me cook and they ain't even saying nothin' Pardon my Dutch, but I been "neuken in de keuken" Pardon my French, but I'ma throw you in the fucking street and use a Hadouken Playing games and you're being a nuisance I'm on all of the big shows; my name changed, no longer "M0j0" It's "Tru", I've been living like Truman Take the pen, I'm jotting it down Jogging around, clear head, sweating it out Messing around, purebred Catchin' strays like I work for the pound Keep my name out your mouth, check my bank account; it's pure bread Same color as the eggs and the ham (green) Same shit, like they kissin' my ass (geez) While they drink to the past in a rose-colored glass And they drove so fast, they broke their foot on the gas And I'm gone What you doin'? Let me see Keeping all the secrets, I don't wanna make a scene Keeping all the little problems to yourself Lock them in a bottle and it makes you wanna Makes me wanna, makes you wanna (Ahh!) Makes you wanna shout Shaking up the bottle, you don't wanna let 'em out Keeping all the little problems to yourself Don't wanna make a scene What you doing? Let me see I'ma sell you the pen that I wrote the verse with When they playin' me out to my own love song I'm a fly on the wall that you rehearse with Never getting the words wrong They hear me walking out to the sound of my best song