Lyrics:
verses 9
Through 10 11 I ain't learn the lesson yet so I'm
I'm still up in here
I'm hanging by a thread
Mary Jane gotta hold devil wants me dead
I'm still
To Drive-Thru's imprint
Rushmore
And I'd go to the shows
And I'd study
Richie's drumming
And he was so dope
And I'd watch their
Making of the album
Videos
When
Machine against man
And the planet's in ruins
But by then we will have
Mastered the craft of
Creating cloned soldiers so we don't have to
Come out of hiding
to the screen, maybe get seen
Maybe get chose by a *** from my team
Head so good, he don't ask for a prenup
Now ask yourself this question, umm
Would you be
just want to take this
Moment to communicate with you
As I can, I have 2 hours, there is 13
169 peoples im a lucky b tonight
So, thank you, this is
talkin' like that nigga paid?"
Take off my carti's so you
Can look at my face
Listen closely to what I'm about to say
I don't give a fuck that he made
I
the video!" Neeah! So there! You wanna do it or not? I thought, "well....f'king I'm the new boy, and I
should do it really, it'll be a bit fun." And it was, it
indica/sativa blend gon’ heal me, heal me
I’m a sick, twisted, little kid on a mission
Lemme show you my vision
If video killed the radio star, let’s resurrect
cool for school
So they're easy to dismiss
I'm the teacher and I'm bliss
With a big sick smile these are your albums
A dick-shit pile
Gross, are from
with liquor
But just little sips
And Oh! How I'd love to kiss his big
Luscious lips even though he's a guy
And even though I'm not gay
I'm so vain I'll
recorded straight to their platform
And not stored in your device so that the platform has the only copy of it
Here's why this is important
If this video
50 out the door
Since I'm so major
The label put down on a two-story
House and a two-way pager
Suggested a more powerful attorney,? Weiss
Handled
Brand new emboss, this bitch black, grey
And silver (What the fuck?)
Her pussy so wet
It feel like I'm swimmin' in a river
Ask the cameraman, "Where my
dream, of that ghetto prom queen
Was to make it to the screen, maybe get seen
Maybe get chose by a nigga from my team
Head so good he don't ask for
bullshittin'
Dope - like a pound or a key
So shut de fuck up and listen to me
I make these killings
I got money to the ceiling [why's that?]
Cuz I'm
body
I fuck wit good girls that like to be naughty
You took a shot fucking wit me so shawty
Pour up another cuz I don't feel shit
I ain't no boy, I'm
I'm sick
So sick
I'm sick
So sick
Sick of your shit
I'm sick
So sick
I'm sick
So sick
Sick of your shit
I'm sick of the monsters and sick
all on me like they wanna hold hands
'Cause once I blow, they know that I'll be the man
All because I'm the lead singer of my band
So I get off
all on me like they wanna hold hands
'Cause once I blow, they know that I'll be the man
All because I'm the lead singer of my band
So I get off
him with liquor
But just little sips
And Oh! How I'd love to kiss his big
Luscious lips even though he's a guy
And even though I'm not gay
I'm so vain
those three though
Holy hell, you don’t know me, you owe me
I only grab a microphoney ‘cause
Y’all dudes are acting phony
I’m getting sick, commit me, put
to switch the hue 'cause them LA boys smuggy
But more likely to get hurt by somebody who love me
My lady, she don't trust me (nah), know I'm a sick puppy
Swing by come taste this (Come taste this)
I'm sure it's gon' revive your taste provide some space
To grind stop hating (To grind stop hating)
Lemme tell you something
These niggas, they ain't shit
I am so fucking sick of these bitch ass niggas
I'm sick I'm sick I'm sick of these niggas ah
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