Lyrics:
These dudes think they can beat me
Its unfair
I'm still styling on you niggas in my underwear
In the club by myself
Bitch I'm never scared
If yo
the glory days with Bruce Springsteen
I'm not a virgin so I know I'll make Madonna scream
You hated Michael and Prince all the way, ever sense
If their
made somethin' out of nothin', was always resourceful
Doors will form off of your will (your will)
I never switched teams, you're more George Hill
a virgin so I know I'll make Madonna scream
You hated Michael and Prince all the way, ever sense
If their beats were made of meat, then they would have to be
They wanna see you doing good but never ahead
Especially in front of dem, they get upset (Upset)
So I maneuver by myself to cut the traffic
They
The first time
A song
You're like
I need to hear that
Again right now
Like
Jason Derulo's
Want to Want Me
Or
Julia Michaels's
Issues
Or Jack's song
I Want
S.U.C., I eat wit DJ Michael Watts
I don't wanna be in a rap group, I'd rather do me alone
Everybody so surely, I'm so glad that boy Lil Boosie is home
I
dreams
Take your spot if i get these streams
Gonna make it by any means
If you heard im comiing then its probably true, probably true
It's 3 am and im
the gas then I swerves check the rear view and blind my damn self
Shiit they was shleep I had to grind by myself
I Stole first place you see my trophy's
Jackson
Like I'm Michael Jackson
Like I'm Michael Jackson like Michael Jack
Kylo Ren looking bitch boy
That is not a compliment, bitch boy
Hunt you down by
Same bars by the show, you know
One show, what you get for a tar, you know
You want my face on the wall you know
Fuck niggas' motive was my motivation
one 'cause I don't wanna be greedy
Cause the salt might make you choke
(I'm spittin' pollaseeds) I'm spittin' pollaseeds
I crack 'em one by one
Written by: Bob Curiano
(Marc & Michael)
After what I said I'm sorry
Can't believe I said we're through
Don't know what got into me girl
Guess I'm just
Michael (what?)
No I's, MSFTS; no typos (woo)
Look, wait we just wanna make you go psycho (go psycho)
Put a hundred thousand dollars in a Bible (woo)
I
Michael
One day well be calling
These the Christmas glory days
They'll bring back
Those festive feelings while
Dancin', dancin', dancin' it up
There is
nobody else
Hand up ain't get a hand up
Did it by yourself real nigga stand up
You flaked on me like dandruff
I was at the bottom had to man up
She get
'cause they give it up quicker and they learn to pull a trigger
All role models on TV
Most of us ain't got a TV, you feel me?
Shit, Michael Jordan don't
yet, I know me
And I could never hide from beef (oi, Michael)
Stormzy, suck your mum you don't crash G-check who? You was begging it, shush
He just
Ain't no office only shootin' like a drive by (Pow Pow)
Michael Scott is in the buildin' it on fire fire
The only way out for you is to fucking die die
Somethin just like Michael Phelps
I can do this by myself
Do this by myself
What the fuck is you hatin for
Probably cause I'm gettin paypa hoe
Ridin round
at her)
And you still want to keep her (ew)
I just Michael Jackson, beat her (beat it)
Don't talk about swag, I'm dabbin' (I'm dabbin')
I re'd up
em, foreal
Pops was sittin in a cell
I needed him bad, surrounded by bitches, foreal
I had to clock you out (why)
It was temporary time, yeah
I had
Yeah, I like it when the girls
Stop by in the summer
Do you remember?
Do you remember
When we met, last summer?
New Kids On The Block
Had
Find The Faith...
Oh there's definitely an Art Of Dying...
And I'll show You All The Way.
(*the Death begins*)
(Fade In Micha'El's Chant)
Oh Death...
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