Lyrics:
This is the story of Betty and Sue
Two women left their husbands... For each other
(One, two, three and... *laugh*)
I was watching opera yesterday
Livin' a big dream, drinkin' like a fish in the big sea
Just sippin' the jim beam
So rock back to the rhythm, relax to my flow
Livin' for the moment cause
all it really is is wordplay, so this be recess
Instead of Jungle Jim's my tongue'll tempt them to be fresh
I reflect to recline and define your defect
Machine Gun Kelly is as self-effacing as he
Is talented known also
By his real name Colson
Baker, MGK effortlessly defies
Easy categorization from
and in the parking lot afterward
for a few minutes in the rain
I stood glowing with ideas of what I might try to convey
with this music. At that moment my
range. I hear my Master's call
Yes, I am going home, boys, when the work's all done this fall
Fred, you take my saddle. Jim, you take my bed
Johnny, take
over
Seen this woman deep inside I want her
But by God I’m chosen man I gotta focus
Plenty lessons took from the chosen
I wonder in what moment they
the window, yeah, yeah
See the opps risin' from the dead when I look out my window
All this water in these baguettes, we might turn into Nemo, yeah
[Verse 1]
Look, I was always told you can't make it make sense don't trust it
So I'll be out the country with the phone off, fuck it
Grown from
Obligatory interlude I break it up to make this shit palatable
Every line gettn misconstrued you give em tough bars you gotta let em chew
God forbid
destruction
Slap a murder rap on this production, I touch somethin' trust nothin'
Iron Lung, Twisted Metal
I see em duckin' my dart gun, bustin', from every
destruction
Slap a murder rap on this production, I touch somethin' trust nothin'
Iron Lung, Twisted Metal
I see em duckin' my dart gun, bustin', from every
a way to break away from all the lies your told
We gotta save this world controlled by mind control
And in each of these cases we are told
These are
maws confiscated
From a Harlem sanctuary
The revolution will not be televised
The revolution will not be brought
To you by the
Schaefer Award Theatre
the end of the night and I'd just like to say thank you to everyone involved
In this piece of plastic we're making.
Good, old Jim Keltner, Klaus Voorman,
mounted
P-pill popping sick position
I am surrounded
By numbers of addictions
I will never listen to another motherfucker
Dumb and dumber,Jim Carrey
But
Remix!
We fly high no lie you know this (ballin!)
Foreign rides, outside it's like showbiz (ladies)
We stay fly, no lie, and you no this (remix!)
Hearin' you out is senseless, perhaps for instance
I give this faggot a french kiss
Black gloves, no prints, dark tints
Word on the street they ain't
Hearin' you out is senseless, perhaps for instance
I give this faggot a french kiss
Black gloves, no prints, dark tints
Word on the street they ain't
to having violent psychotic
Quick devour polish it, politics
By the way I'm higher than the Eiffel Tower tip
I like writin'
But I will stick this pencil
here I was in this moment and it's
5: 00 am i gotta go to the radio, you know
I mean, i got to my hotel after driving
Taxi and then paying for it
Dude,
'Cause me and my clique we don't give a fuck nigga (we don't give a fuck nigga)
Trick Daddy, Jim Johnson, Big D, Lil' Jon
Let's go, let's go
If you
'Cause me and my clique we don't give a fuck nigga (we don't give a fuck nigga)
Trick Daddy, Jim Johnson, Big D, Lil' Jon
Let's go, let's go
If you
jim
Wait a minute...i think I like that dance better than...
What are you talkin' about, creep?
What I'm talkin' about is you've been in this killer
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