Lyrics:
He is sensible and so incredible
And all my single friends are jealous
He says everything I need to hear and it's like
I couldn't ask for anything
A homeless child for the next five years
With my dog clown by my side and my only friend
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I fought my way through school
Sound and touch
no name
There's no name, there's no name
There's no name, there's no name
For the pain we'll cause you again and again
For the pain we'll cause you
bitch, I can bitch 'cause I'm better than you
It's the way that I move, the things that I do oh
I entertain by picking brains
Sell my soul, by
Irish
That isn't your fault
Raise up our voices like dogs in a pack
Thankful for honest man, we never lack
We got them by twenties, we got them by ones
bitch, I can bitch 'cause I'm better than you
It's the way that I move, the things that I do oh
I entertain by picking brains
Sell my soul, by
me, don't you
Catch me, don't you catch me
I've fallen in love for the first time
I wanna cry and I ain't even tryna fight it
Don't wanna die (I
it's a clock that you can win if you can guess its age
Which you never can do 'cause the time it constantly changes
For luck or lack
I guess that is
or the 5
In a Beamer, Lexus or Ac', we don't know how to act when we drive
And I fiend for the ride, I lay back and lean to the side
Onlookers and turning
Booze, don't mess with Mister Booze.)
Don't mess with be , double o, Z, E, if you've been so simply occupied.
You'll feel better once you testify,
it
9 to 5, for service and devotion
You would think that I would deserve a fat promotion
Want to move ahead but the boss won't seem to let me
I
or the 5
In a Beamer, Lexus or Ac', we don't know how to act when we drive
And I fiend for the ride, I lay back and lean to the side
Onlookers and turning
if you let it
Nine to five, for service and devotion
You would think that I would deserve a fat promotion
Want to move ahead but the boss won't seem
That woman in the corner, cold playin' the role
Leave her ass in the corner till her feet get cold
Knowin' for a fact, that girl is whacked
If you
Never lack
Never lack
Never lack
Never lack
Every time I drop niggas flop it's a epidemic
Know I make it hot when I pit stop for business
Cause I'm
oh oh, oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh)
Blame my reason on my name
Blame my name on my reason
Blame my lack of knowing better on public education
Blame
better by far to be young at heart
And if you should survive to a hundred and five
Look at all you'll derive out of bein' alive
And here is the best part,
are
It's much better by far to be young at heart
And if you should survive to a hundred and five
Look at all you'll derive out of bein' alive
Can you name the truck with four wheel drive,
smells like a steak and seats thirty-five..
Canyonero! Canyonero!
Well, it goes real slow with
are
It's much better by far to be young at heart
And if you should survive to a hundred and five
Look at all you'll derive out of bein' alive
as the last
Or better...
Please don't love me
For what I'm not
Better you hate me
For what I've got
the ages
And another stage is set for many names upon the pages
I can sing you all the lullaby and nullify the threat to me
Then disappear, no one knows
That woman in the corner cold playin' the role
Just leave her ass in the corner till her feet get cold
Knowin' for a fact that girl is whacked
night
And they call this the great midwest
Where livin' is just gettin' by
And people trade in their happiness
For a smokestack, a big money deal in
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