The guy had ice in his beer The first warning sign He was talking, buying the dip About his crystal wife
He's in the industry He's in the industry He's on a sunseeker You're on a 360 Sell his son for a number Pull morality under Figures he still wonders Which one's pink?
He's got that American confidence Yeah, yeah, yeah That American confidence Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ordained snake oil suit Televangelist What with demons in a tube? Of course he flies private
He's in the industry He's in the industry Yeah, he can cure your pain Cost ya 1350 He's got a kink, but it's divine Speaks to God on a hotline Tmz for a postlife So in sync A vicious kind of opulence
He's got that American confidence Yeah, yeah, yeah That American confidence Yeah, yeah, yeah
Shit rises to the top Caught up in the rhythm Now you can't stop Now you just can't stop Shit rises to the top Caught up in the rhythm Now you can't stop Now you just can't stop
