Lyrics:
Hook
Fuck your ego tryna' get the jump on me
I am the epitome of pedigree
And I dont fuck with dusty niggas tryna' ride on me
Tryna' get this kitty
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Ego Top, Ego Top
Dlatego nigdy nie
but that shit makes me laugh cause I'm
SoundCloud Hero
Kill my ego
Watch where we go
Bank account zero cause I'm
SoundCloud hero
Kill my ego
Watch
Ho
Clark Kent, Dante Red, damn
I'm going alter ego
If you ain't fucking evil, you
Can't rock with me, Hon
Prove me right in the end
Dye my hair fire
heads
Still I hope I run your mind keep knocking em' dead
You know it's nearing by your time refusing the bed
Conversations over vino 'bout to alter ego
mnie to nie rusza
Na szczęście na wstępie po gębie rozpoznasz geniusza
Gdy biba jest tłusta ego karmi się bez końca
By zakończyć orędziem na tle
can feel your body shaking
I, I will meet you where the waves are breaking
Baby, it's a Red Flag Day
Baby, let's get in the water
Taken out by
your jewels
You can keep the color TV, those soaps just make me sick
All I'm asking you leave me, is my little red joystick
My red joystick, my red
the storm came I saw the Queendom
Her ego chose to trade her truth for wisdom
Now I go by the name of Welcome
And I go by the seas that were crossed in my
Green means go, yellow means slow
Red means stop, now drop, now roll
Girl, you got a ass stopping traffic like a red
Stopping traffic like a red
And Yves Saint Laurent
She the center of attention
At the restaurant
Red dress got her confidence high
Red pumps boost the ego right
Usually she got her eyes
mouth with guilty tongue
Licked the mental ,sparked my dare
Tore my ego, filled in euphoria
Blew my sub conscious, released desire
Sucked my awareness,
frequently freeze
The entities that constantly be feeding off of ego
By belittling the freedom seeking individuals
Whose only desire is to live their lives in
Stone Cold
Washed up on the pavement
All hopes are draped in pitch red
Stone Cold
Screaming out your statement
You're nothing but a big dread
Stone
Rupert had to starve all the indie artists to feed your ego
Running around the Bay looking for Sole with your foot in your mouth
I heard you like the Bay
whatever (It’s whatever)
Her mama and her daddy got a Tesla (But who really knows)
Bossin’ up like CEO
Red carpet like LEO
Tossin’ up my EGO
Play the cards
left feet, red skin
I would say
You've got me tangled up in knots
T-t-t-t-tongue tied and twisted I can't talk
Feeling sick, how could I let my ego get
Step off the plane, red dust on white Nike
I don't take calls from my ex anymore
I don't write scripts, Spike Lee, no film roll
Come from
(You don't know what you don't know but a voice says you do)
(Here we go, dear Ego)
You don't know what you don't know but a voice says you do
You
a star and I still might
I know exactly what colors feel like
Know exactly what colors feel like
Know exactly what colors feel like
Ego, die
Ego, die
Ego
black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the landlord's daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.
By alfred noyes and phil ochs
license everything in my wallet, lightest boy with the biggest heart
Nigga play your part or parallel park your ego next to me and violence
Next to me is
and confused, what you do is run, but Bonz might have a gun.
Shit, you're being kicked by Richie Rich.
Stunned and bleeding, you're looking sad, well you pressed
to red to
White and back to red
Cherry red and mirror ball
I saw you by the factory wall
Looking like a burnt out star
In some magazine
And I see you've
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