Dressed in an uniform, acting like a janitor
All blue, jumpsuit, why shoot?
Bloodthirsty for the money like a bull
Looking in the eyes of the matador (forget you!)
Carrying 2 cans of paint, security looks at me awkward
I say third floor I’m late, paintin' Jimmy Iovine's office
Holding my breath ‘bout to faint
I’m scared to death that he stops me
Heart beating so loud you can hear the echo in that lobby
And see I'm breaking down if I don’t make it out
Then I’m leaving town with that contract
And I’m spazzing out, grabbin' the A&R out
His chair and I’m taking him hostage
I don’t give a forget, step into the elevator press 3
Now I’m headed up (Heist!)
What they don't know is there is a gun in the paint can
And I’m ready and willing to bust ‘em, I'm loving desperate
Stuck in this recession, now what you think
If I could get signed my life is destined
My future depends on ink
And secretary at the front of the entrance staring right at me
I walk up she whispers go ahead and then gives me a wink
