Like it or not, I fill the room like confetti-fetti

I've had enough of industry fucks (fuck, fuck)

Yeah

Suck some heavy, won't ya?

Cause' everything sound recyclable when the labels poach ya

Roadkill for the aging vulture

Pray ya man's better stick to culture (shut the fuck up, man)

What's the drop, no love?

Need the dance floor movin', kick the tempo up

Got a tree full of lemons just to juice a couple finished

Then replenish while the others decompose and we forget 'em

No, you don't want no problems

No problems with me

Don't fuck with a puppet with no strings

No, you don't want no problems

No problems with me

Don't fuck with a puppet with no strings

Better find your people

The eye's wide, inside, outside people, yeah

The world got a lotta evil

If you dope enough, don't open up your wounds to the needle

Cause' this motherfuckin' beetles and roaches

They want the commotion, don't like when you famous

'Cause the old money is saved when the new wave is

And bitches hate when you don't know where your place is

No, you don't want no problems

No problems with me

Don't fuck with a puppet with no strings

No, you don't want no problems

No problems with me

Don't fuck with a puppet with no strings

Got no strings, you'll be the boss of me

I won't be something I'm not supposed to be

Got no strings, you'll be the boss of me

I won't be something I'm not supposed to be

Like it or not, I fill the room like confetti (fetti, fetti, fetti)

No, you don't want no problems

No problems with me

Don't fuck with a puppet with no strings

No, you don't want no problems

No problems with me

Don't fuck with a puppet with no strings