Lyrics:
process is conducted by the members of the Hollywood Foreign Press Association, who are international journalists who bring their unique perspectives
me
Spent four years for uni nothing to show for it
Call us leader of tomorrow such a fallacy
Every young youth now living in fantasy
Yahoo calling Omo
dough, cigars are hand-rolled
From Guantanamo, Gallardos, the car shows
The Narcos, Gestapos, Optimos
Cause I love the dough more than you know
Still
, feeling like spaceships
Riding with models and stripping ace in the club
Show international girls how to do it with dub
While my chain swing left
With some cutties in the back of my car
After the show we feeling groovy so we head to the Jacuzzi
Living like an International Star
Until we free
It's this fear of discomfort
People have this extreme feeling
In their mind when
It comes to their associations with exercise
They want to avoid
animals with penises day or something doesn't show up in The discordian calendar
Ah the interwebs inform me that indeed it is
National barbershop music
show you where the bomb is
Lot of money, lot of diamonds, where my arm is
I just got a lot of horses where my car is
Hit it once, she run it back
violent car chase
Of Princess Di disgusting vultures looking
For corpses, exploiting, fucking
Filming and serving it up
For our hungry appetites
In
at the Annual International Modern Language Association Conference
in Athens to continue my pursuit of my invisible brother. Gene's uncle,
Robert, was C.I.A.
for being frank
Now my car won't crank
I'm drawing a blank
On how to crank
That Soulja boi when I have no rank
I want to swim in the shark tank
They
other citizens and you must
Show compassion towards them i
Know that sometimes people get scared
Of my ideology and think
That it's too dark or
Think that
Them Staten Island niggas don't play
Yo, I'm on top of the world, mama, lookey here
I'm a boy beastin' in my car, Paul Revere
Horsepower, never fell
Mixed blunts to the grin, icey
Car push to start, I hit the button go
Money spread in the Vette, I feel invulnerable
She want me to smile, but girl,
You ain't got enough stamps in your passport to fuck with young H-O
International
Show young boys how to do this thing
The maturation of Jay-Z,
You ain't got enough stamps in your passport to fuck with young H-O
International
Show young boys how to do this thing
The maturation of Jay-Z,
latchin' on to my success (back up)
Breadwinners Association, I move for the paper
The haters consider it a threat (threat)
Condo screenshottin' my convo,
She say take me to Eiffel tower
She say I wanna see the London bridge
She say take me up to Tokyo
I been around the world
She go international
shows and leave in a cop car
I get some money without having no job Gotta tell you it's not hard
I started to fuck on that bitch and she sweet and she
us in Debt
No healthcare But he still got a jet
Multiple homes
International chefs
Trail of new cars
That he loves to collect
Still got the nerve
car
She tried to rationalise her looks but time don't heal the scars
Some vague association she feels with the loser of the stake
She stares
like a superstar
She might just take it on a date out to that new car wash
Or I could ship that bitch to Paris, baby, ooh-la-la
I'm the international
Can't afford a lawyer, judges do you raw in the anus
Cars on chrome to police, like kids in a candy store
They cut holes in your seats, dismantle your
still scheming, tryna control me
Taking me off the radio just to show me how much power they have
But dawg as you know me I got a letter from Zuma
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