Notepads
Conman Conrad
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I've got no bitch And I've got no kids And pal I would donate a f*ck but I got nothing left to give I'm a greasy f*ck with no swag Dipping outta both bags I shoot shots and smoke fags I'm filling up these notepads with dumb shit Its something to have fun with I write about the life I wish I had like it was possible you fuckwhit And show up to a job I hate the feelings fucking mutual Normally I'd walk away but money's something beautiful Its funny, in a kind of way this life is like a musical I'm stuck here in a song and dance and that's become the usual The melody is alright, and dancing is something doable But I don't give a f*ck about it man I'm juvenile I wake up, don't get dressed I stay drunk, no head rest I make love, don't get stressed Then spray spunk like Semtex I'm just a fat bastard, living life half plastered Sitting here a pen in hand and all my rhymes are haphazard I've got no bitch And I've got no kids And pal I would donate a f*ck but I got nothing left to give I'm a greasy f*ck with no swag Dipping outta both bags I shoot shots and smoke fags I'm filling up these notepads with dumb shit I'm filling up these notepads I'm filling up these notepads I'm filling up these I'm filling up these notepads with dumb shit I'm filling up these notepads I'm filling up these notepads I'm filling up these I'm filling up these notepads I travel like a nomad, feel jealousy for no man I'll be chatting up your chick before I smack her with my gonads I'm nothing but a slack jaw, I live my life with no fucks Oblivious to tax law pal I'm counting up these V-bucks Cas life is like a box of chocolates, Its getting caught in my esophagus I wash it down with shots and hop on top of it Cas clever is what clever does, I've never been the cleverest When life gets hard I pepper up, get higher than Mt. Everest And crash down, Its like a body slam in smack down pal And I open up my eyes to all the shit that's in the background but Like I said I'm always hot, I'm sniffing lines and getting locked I'm spitting rhymes to stay on top, and jeopardize my fucking job So f*ck you, I'm happy wasting time Man I'm just filling up these notepads with some sweaty tasting rhymes I give no fucks, no responsibilities are mine And I'm just filling up these notebooks as a way to pass the time 'cas I've got no bitch And I've got no kids And pal I would donate a f*ck but I got nothing left to give A greasy f*ck with no swag Dipping outta both bags I shoot shots and smoke fags I'm filling up these notepads with dumb shit I'm filling up these notepads I'm filling up these notepads I'm filling up these I'm filling up these notepads with dumb shit I'm filling up these notepads I'm filling up these notepads I'm filling up these I'm filling up these notepads I travel like a nomad, jealousy for no man I'll be chatting up your chick before I smack her with my gonads I'm nothing but a slack jaw Living life with no fucks Oblivious to tax law, pal I'm counting up these V-bucks
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