Lyrics:
or a bad idea
Idea muscle, idea muscle, idea muscle
Idea muscle
But it keeps that idea muscle in practice
If you're sick and you lie
In bed for two weeks
to say about my stomach?
Just the thought makes me feel sick!
I'll hope it was a joke, but that's a sad one to make
Would you really be so cruel to me
you that make me sick
I'm surrounded by you everywhere I look
You're telling everyone how different that you really are
But it's been said before,
you that make me sick
I'm surrounded by you everywhere I look
You're telling everyone how different that you really are
But it's been said before,
You people make me sick
Twisted minds with an oppressive tick
You people fucking rock
Ruling class of proletarian stock
Being offended is not
And how they make you sick
And if callin' names kicks back on you
Then I hope this does the trick
'Cause I'm a sick of your complainin'
About how many
pimp (pimp) by the name of Fresh
Fix hair, fix nails, fix toes, fix breast
But one chick super sick, make every nigga grab his stick
Heart pound up
Ex Nihilo Ex Nihilo
We make something out of Nothing Nick
Ex Nihilo Ex Nihilo
We make something out of Nothing
What started off as an idea for me
razor blades
And make up in the new blood
And try to look so good
Follow me
Make up in the new blood
And follow me to where the real fun is
Ha ha
24/7 ndichipanda bag
Keep your 2 cents, I need hella bands
Had to make a move for the culture
Haters tried to shoot me down vakapotsa
Ndakakosha
Kupfuura
only locals-notice
Make the bitches disappear hocus-pocus
See you don't normally do it, but you gon' do it for me
He don't know it mean more for me
drive me to a town where
People with black hair drink special brew and I can make lots of money by charging fat old
Men five pounds a time to look up my
you've always wondered
You said some things that I can't unabsorb
You turned me into an idea of sorts
You needed me, but you needed drugs more
And I
idea who you're talkin' to
Don't you see my eyes rollin', rollin'? (Rollin')
Rollin', rollin'
Excuse me, sir, you got me laughin' so hard that my
there's whites, separated by the green
After five hundred years, think we play for the same team
Smokescreen, make the president a black guy
It ain't no
disarray
I got hit by the dreamers disease, where by your big ideas
Don't make connection with your buckling knees
And saw the greed and we agreed that it
sleeping, I'll make you dream of me
Keep sleeping
There is a trick to get out of your skin
You're only as sick as the secrets within
But the beast is
legendary pimp (pimp) by the name of Fresh
Fix hair, fix nails, fix toes, fix breast
But one chick super sick, make every nigga grab his stick
Heart pound
on 24's
Give me a warning ticket, letting me go
Cause you can tell by the jewels that I ain't an average Joe
Cause I meet fresh dimes daily
You burn me
that is
Open my eyes to your plan for me
So much weighing on my soul
Don't know how I keep control
My idea of a good time
Interrupted by the rewind
24
on 24's
Give me a warning ticket, letting me go
Cause you can tell by the jewels that I ain't an average Joe
Cause I meet fresh dimes daily
You burn me
cotton in my mouth
My whole body's aching but I got
To make them big wheels roll
I got to be in Florida by tomorrow
Morning with a full heavy load
I got
that just can't be right
3 hours have gone by and this is all I've got
My common sense tells me I should get out the way, so You can speak
O Lord, show
And how they make you sick
And if callin' names kicks back on you
Then I hope this does the trick
'Cause I'm a sick of your complainin'
About how many
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