Lyrics:
And I'm running up the paint
Keep telling me there's no way
No, I don't want you to stay
I can tell that you're fake
With my gang, I pull up, let it bang
much to my
Beautiful, loyal, amazing fans
You are so filled with talent and joy
I’m so glad all the time
That’s a very little monster in there points
Fan
on my eyes is 'cos I'm deep in
You can't wait till I die, but I'm breathing
No way would you found what you're seeking
I'm okay, I'm on a grind for
on my Jack Jones
Take everything but that soul
At least you're still alive
I'm evil in disguise
This guy's like black Coke coca-Coca
Yeah i'm liking fat
like you did before.
Said come on baby you think I'm so blind
I see what you're doing behind my back all the time
I get suspicious when you call me
damned if you're not a fan
Of my intricate raps
It's no wonder that everybody
Assumes that I'm black (Haha)
'Cause I don't pull any punches
In fact, I
my feet
If I'm gonna do this feat
So I sit down in my seat
And I grab a blank sheet
Uh
Months pass and I'm writing and writing
I'm trying & trying
(gestures in the manner of a conjuror)
You're cured mate, sod you.
MANDY
Go away.
EX-LEPER
Look. I'm not saying that being a leper was a bowl of cherries.
There could never be a clone
I'm the only fucking god you're gonna know
I got them wanin' at my demonstration
Sorry for the wait
Show no mercy
it can buy me time
'cause I need a little more
You're now inside of my room
You haven't found me here, but soon
I'm underneath my bed
Trying to hold my
the seats
And I splits down nuthin but them swisha sweets
I'm just what reclinin
Nigga bumper climbin
Man what's up in my mouth is steady diamonds
Yeah
yourself, and you're set
I'm on the right track, baby
I was born this way flip hair
Ooh, there ain't no other way
Baby, I was born this way!
Baby, I was born
an astronaut
I remember bein' down bad
I ain't have a lot
Now I got crypto investments in comedy
Mean I'm literally the laughin'
(laugh in) stock matic pop
Let
for time
I'm telling them know
You'd better know what you're doing if
You decide to go for mine
I'm sick over grime, over rap
Demolish MCs I'm known for
You ain't fly, you're an airhead
And I'm sick of poundin' a square peg in a round hole, sorry, another catchphrase
But your baggage ain't gonna fit in
that's all
Just a feeling that you're watching me
Aah, every move I'm making
Am I reading your mind
'cause it's almost like your touching me
Aah,
can't explain my emotions
If I'm living fast I'm gonna put it in slow motion
Run it up my money looping, like it's roller-coasting
People moving high, I
lame
I blow up my stereo
I’m hearing you, but I don’t like it
Ya know? There’s too many elements to rap
I’m giving you hell, when I smell it
It rotten in
say too skinny
If size were money honey, you wouldn't have a penny
Little boy, you're not a player
I'm your savior
To try to get at me shows
that I'm letting myself down there is not a day that goes by that. I don't feel like I've let myself down in the way that I have music. So little in my
You’re still struggling to get
Up on the C-list chop Devilman into pieces
I’m a showerman, you’re a penis
And your whole crew stink like faeces
Well now
a song, a thing called Lazy, this one, Lazy.
You're lazy, stay in bed
You're lazy, yeah, stay in bed
Don't want no money, don't want no bread, oh, shut
But I'm in my feelin's about this shit (oh, oh, yeah, yeah)
But I had to set the fuckin' record straight, so (yeah, yeah)
I admit it, admit it (I
i'll come to where you are
Alone in the quiet light
I'm always thinking you're behind me
And I turn around and you're always there
All I need is a time
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