Louis is probably thirty years old but he looks like a solid 45
Louis says he’s got a headache
I look in his eyes, and I believe him
The big L.K.’s and the gangster disciples
Louis can’t think of who else could take over
But he just can’t get up in the morning
A genuine face, braced for survival
It’s nice to be liked
But it’s better by far to get paid
I know that most of the friends that I have
Don’t really see it that way
But if you can give ’em each one wish
How much do you wanna bet?
They’d which success for themselves and their friends
And that would include lots of money
Secretly Ironic 