Lyrics:
Note to self, be a wreck by half past ten
Be strong, be proud, be able
Be charmed, be extended, be in motion
Be at loggerheads with Chris
Like
to me, I don't know you
And no, I don't owe you a mothafuckin' thing
I'm not Mr N'Sync, I'm not what your friends think
I'm not Mr Friendly, I can be
wrong number dis
(No, ah Keisha phone man)
(But anuh Keisha dis, ah Chris)
Oh, wah gwan, my G? Thing good? Y pree?
(You know me deh 'ya a hbun
It was a regular day in junior high for Chris
Same "Hey faggot!" same "Watch out, bitch!"
Same older kids who treated him like shit
Just because he
a nigga by a gun, or even by a fucking knife
Nikiwa show man I'm killin' this shit
Nikiwa stu man I'm killin' this shit
Chri$ on the beat, man he's killing
"Chernobyl 2" by RADIOHEAD
The directors cATH ELLIOTT
CHRIS LEVITUS pAULO NEVES aSHLEY DEAN
Juan pablo etcheverry
The artwork sTANLEY DONWOOD dR TCHOCK
like a anchor line
My bloodline from ancient times
Smokin' weed by the ancient mine
You niggas funny like Richard Pryor
My shit cray, it get you high
Five AKs and they pop, NSYNC
Got five lil' baes and they pop and drink
If it's not bright pink then it's not my drink
These bright white links make
me and Bob Marley
That we'd need to head to the creek with Chris Farley
Down by the river where my people like to party
Aye, it's like I on't dance
Do it by the book
No I don't do it by the book
Do it by the book
No I don't do it by the book
Do it by the book
No I don't do it by the book
Do it by
sitting chris cross
Ya sabes que te quiero
Yeah let's go, Let's go
Whoa, whoa,whoa, whoa
Shawty please don't say bye
Baby I'm by your side
I'm by your side
This shit fye as fuck
OGV yeah, yeah
Dancing, dancing
Damn my diamonds dancing
I'ma flex on all these niggas just like Chris Hansen
Better stand by
the dick im houdini
Ice on my neck dance chris breezy
Niggas mad but they just wanna be me
Ooh
Blinded by the truth you cant see me
Shorty trick for the dick
of bad about that
And I know you did too
So whatever you say, it's all fine by me
Who the fuck anyway wants a Christmas tree
Cause the snow keeps
rap, where's your bling'e?
And yours clothes is tight but you don't seem gay
I said naw, thats dude from NSYNC'e
She wasn't married, kept her ring
rap, where's your bling'e?
And yours clothes is tight but you don't seem gay
I said naw, thats dude from NSYNC'e
She wasn't married, kept her ring
All-American self-hatred runs deep
White boys all I see whenever I sleep
Niggas think I think these thoughts on purpose
But I knew 'bout NSYNC
are
But they're happy that they have made it this far
To the driveway with a bunch of cop cars
From raccoon City hell yeah it is the Stars
Chris
6 in the morning
These creeps never sleep
Tell 'em I’m Chris Hansen
Mo’fucker, take a seat
I light a blood stained cigarette
Predator of predators
dom är är killers
Dom siktar o sen bang
Mina dubblar siffror
Skickar bilar på din
We do this shit jag snurrar cannabis
Snurrar runt i araban med Chris
Say man
Ayy, whutchu get man, when you got Bow Wow
Chris Brown and your boy Omarion on one song
Man? Woo! (Oh, oh, haha)
We on the track, man
Yeah,
All-American self hatred runs deep
White boys all I see whenever I sleep
Niggas think I think these
Thoughts on purpose
But I knew 'bout NSYNC 'fore
suburbs
A civilian shot in 3rd Ward, we just by the fountain
This is Merlyn Wood, man
Everywhere I go is the Woodlands
I need a Honey Butter, vodka in
by Chris
At the T at the end
He Beginnings and he ends
Pronounce like I do
Say it like me to
Christ is the king
The first and the last
These days I
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