Standards

They call me Mr Tips

When it was crumbs, scraps, pennies, pats
Everything was fine
They treat me like a loaded gun when I ask for what is mine
Always try to dim my light no matter how bright I shine
Now I've got my standards, and I'll never let 'em die

Not because of pride, you're not bleeding me dry
Cannot abide, I got my head on a swivel this time
Why would I let you just twist it aside?
I catch a fever when they're aimin' at the way I live my life
These are my standards

I ain't gon' never, never let 'em die
I ain't gon' never, never let 'em die
I ain't gon' never, never let 'em die
These are my standards

When I called for help, you didn't pick up your phone
You saw my kingly potential, so you kept me from my throne
The truth is I'm demonized for standing my own ground
So you push me to the deep end, hoping I'd drown
But I got my-, I got my bi-ba-du...

I ain't gon' never, never let 'em die
I ain't gon' never, never let 'em die
I ain't gon' never, never let'em die
These are my standards

'Cause I won't let ya treat me so unfair
Don't I deserve my God-given share?
Whether I've got a dollar, or I'm a billionaire
These are my standards

I ain't gon' never, never let them die
Because of pride, losing my spine
(Cannot abide) I got my head on a swivel this time
Why would I let ya? (Why would I let ya?)
I catch a fever when they're aimin' at the way I live my life
These are my standards
That I'm never lettin' die