If I wanna answer to the question,
I just type it in the Google
The information age could lead me
to my chicken noodles
Or even to the pizza, or even to the Greek
You will not catch me hiding,
nor will you catch me seeking
If you're talking back with money,
I'm afraid your talk is cheaper
I'm eating so much food right now
I need a double freezer
Tell them while eating something
I'm not a loser or a cheater
But lately my house has been a bit messy,
I might need a cleaner
Yeah the joke's getting old,
I'll be like what have you sold?
Some sweaters they're hot
but in a flash they wanna be cold
Turn up once a year,
acting like they was always here
I don't always care
but I've got a few stars
you will always fear
Some days I'm asking God
but then the internet is quicker
Some music was getting sold from a shop
but now online it's bigger
The majority of sales are digital now
unlike Michael Jackson's thriller
The industry has seen much better days,
it's patience is wearing thinner
All the ladies that I fancy
keep on looking at me slyly
And one of them knows
already after that show
she's coming with Kylie
After the party's done, the phone still rings
as people trying to find me
And all of them know it's a usual thing for them to say,
where is Wiley?
Where is Wiley?
Where's Wiley, man?
Well, I was in Jamaica
Then I went to Australia,
then I went back to England
I ruined his phone, now I'm in Canada
Ronto recording
Can't get old, Wiley Boo!
Yeah, 100 % publishing,
pick that up, all -time jamming,
S -E -Y, ice cold, A -listing, brah!