Creme's Interlude

I don't know if it's in the record store yet
 But I wanna pick it up, so, what's up?
 It don't feel right (it don't, it don't)
 It don't feel right (oh-oh-oh)
 It's all in the stars
 By ways of Mars
 With my dark (oh, oh)
 With my dark (oh, oh)
 Always standin' on
 Or bettin' on my fault
 Monetary Gods
 Never shoot your guards
 Power
 You do anything for the power
 Our presence with the Lords
 Infiltrate our Gods
 We blame it what we are
 This is ours
 No, don't you cry no more
 Had to be made 'cause the pain
 Oh, whoa, oh-oh
 Try to stay sane (oh, oh, oh, oh)
 Man, ay, man, I'm tryna go to this record shop, man, call these niggas
 I know these niggas there, we gotta call 'em right now, call 'em
 A'ight, a'ight, we'll call 'em right now
 Ah, where these niggas at though?
 Come on, Pink Siifu, Fly Anakin, I know you're there
 You're not doin' anythin', it's a record shop
 You're fuckin' sittin' there collecting dust
 Ain't nobody there, ain't nobody fuckin' there
 These niggas too cool, and bye