Every day, some 'speed' before work, and 'brown sugar' after all
They praise me, I'm popular like TV
I think, that I have the way, I look virtually into the future
I like these, another too, I keep balance
And what? Look at yourself and tell who are you?
I say something, they believe, my face is nice
If I want a thing, I just take, I am a hero for them
You beg me, I am generous, and you have a token of your gratitude
I always know what you want, like a beautiful-dream seller
And what? Look at yourself and tell who are you?