Lyrics:
at twenty-five
More than music, don't confuse it
I'm surrounded by shooters, don't be stupid
This is real life, no illusion
I'm a problem, I'm a nuisance
I just
core
Don't show me where no fan is
Show me where your fans is so
They can see the real
I'm sick and electrifying, that's double ill
Me feel like me will
that boy dance)
Shit done got crazy, we runnin' from fans (runnin' from fans)
I'm not a small fry, they do what they can (do what they can)
Brand new
through the grapevine
That I'm the same OG, nigga, Ginuwine
Hold up, baby girl, let me holla at you
Oh, you got a man? That don't even matter
Straight
the hood, but I'm loved by my fans
Same Dog stance and I get it from my hands
Really don't talk when it's time to do advance
Take a chance on yourself like
All my dawgs ride or die
If we ever catch you lacking ain't no mercy we gonna hit you with that fire
Everything i ever said man i stand on i ain't
to make me feel so protected
I don't wanna worry no more
Just want you to know my name
By the time we exit
Wanna feel like I'm brand new
Even though I gotta
breath if I turn to a snitch
But I'm 21 4L, ain't no way I'ma switch
Break it down, I break it down
I break it down, I break it down
I break it down,
about me was true and legendary
I done got Lewinsky and paid secretaries
For all my niggas with babies by bitches
That use their kids as meal tickets
it too
All his fans in New York loved him
There's no one above him
Here in the USA
I've heard 'em say ol' Eddie was the man
Oh how he could
it too
All his fans in New York loved him
There's no one above him
Here in the USA
I've heard 'em say ol' Eddie was the man
Oh how he could
dance
I told her I'm your biggest fan
Then she took me by the hand, and turned this boy into a man
Inside a private room, I hope you understand
I was
no matter where I am instead
Singing along to feeling alright
Or making it by under pink moonlight
It's always Penny and me tonight
'Cause
you're just like me
Quiet as kept, you cry out for help (that's right)
When no one else is there I bet you touch yourself
Does it feel good? (Feel
it
But I'm gonna deal it back to you in spades
When I'm havin' fun ya know I can't conceal it
'cause I know you'd never cut in my game, oh no
And when
and feelin' alive
I'm fuckin' flawless like I live in a vault
Only type of livin' I know
See if it was you you would've killed yourself by now
It takes
dragged to the back of a trunk
By one of your fans, irony's spectacular, huh?
Now who's a fa-, you punk?
And here's your Bronco hat, you can have that
of flows
And this for those who always came to shows
And who were still by my side with no bank to blow, whoa
They either hate or they on your side
fans
Can't be wrong
But a hundred million Backstreet
Fans can be moms, nick
Our fans are moms, and it's not that bad
The '90s were crazy
Charlie I could
noticing signs
By December time I'll be drinking wine
Fuckin’ hoes in the hotel to Ginuwine
Living like a rockstar, interview with Nardwuar
What’s the point
queen like the killer bee Picture me like the wizard when I get the cream
Ginuwine stingy
Getting in them jeans
Strip tease she can drop it like
harm?, uh huh
wont break that bond, uh uh,
word to my mom,
no doubt
Tell me you love me,
I love you,
tell me you swear,
I swear
and if I knew you?,
just
no weapon formed against me will prosper (go hard)
(We make it look easy)
And I truly believe that my haters are my motivators (oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
and feelin' alive
I'm fuckin' flawless like I live in a vault
Only type of livin' I know
See if it was you you would've killed yourself by now
It takes
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