If ya coming with that attitude Walking down the street in the rude You're hustler babe, can't trust ya babe Bag of loot sitting next to you Got em' doin what you want em' to You're hustler babe, don't want ya flavour Heart of glass You took your sugar back to candy mountain I was one of the only ones doing 9 to 5 To keep the trippin soldiers ahead of the line The cloud frowns looking down from the sky Well poor old Mrs Cassandra spent the company dime Oh Mrs Cassandra, a bona fide case Call her Mrs example first words were a lie Do you like trans ams or you a family man It kind of doesn't matter she's ahead of the game She left a ramshackle scam on the side of the street She talked a fatty in the deli out of cold cut meat If ya coming with that attitude Walking down the street in the rude You're hustler babe, can't trust ya babe Bag of loot sitting next to you Got em' doin what you want em' to You're hustler babe, don't want ya flavour Down in the soft shoe district Ebley St centre of the world where the punks live I was one of the only ones with 5 year kicks And my brain on the table like some pick up sticks We could be sipping milkshakes And when the river runs dry faking handshakes Please Mrs Cassandra, the frequency's blurred Can you give me an answer? Yeah you tried to play me I ain't no xbox baby Feeling all shady But I don't mess with crazy They got you hooked on fame But when you be done baby You'll fade away What ya gonna say? If ya coming with that attitude Walking down the street in the rude You're hustler babe, can't trust ya babe Bag of loot sitting next to you Got em' doin what you want em' to You're hustler babe, don't want ya flavour Can't can't wait What you gonna do Can't can't wait What ya tryna do Won't find here What you looking for made your play Now I see your score On your lips What ya gone say Play some one go your own way Play some more Imma goner...ohhhh