Lyrics:
When the world is such a mess
It's hard not to feel depressed
Getting stressed by what may come in time.
But life is much more pleasant when
so many peers, and shed so many tears
Now that I'm strugglin' in this business, by any means
Label me greedy gettin' green, but seldom seen
Doing me, homework slayin'
Not wasting time trying to play the game
Don't understand, can't comprehend
Talking back every now and then
Pop's taught me
For your little freak
By the end it all
It Hurts to take a seat
Found an upgrade toy
Battery replacement
Now I’m buzzin my love
Eye rolls; amazing
Big
And I'm rocking with my chest out, head high, hello to the bad guy
Bitch it's my time, see the diamonds in the watch now
Don't want any handouts, fuck you
terrified, said, "Sorry,
There is something that I have to tell you
I have been transitioning for some time now
I'm not too sure just what you'll find when you
come up here (uh)
(One two, one two, what's happening, fool?) Come right here, this is for you, come on up
I done been through a whole lot (Kendrick
You're still hurting Charlie, we're going to hurt for a long time
We hurt from the before and it makes us hurt so bad right now
Yesterday
So now I have exactly nine days left
To release this song for your birthday
Actually, no, I have eleven more
Hours, after all I’m in the Moscow time
This is my time
She mix sprite wit her Barcardi
She not my type, good luck Charlie
Who gotta light? I got some Bob Marley
Finish ever single blunt
of the time and I don't get no sleep
Don't get me confused with just any other Chad
I'm a freak and unique and all them other boys can stay mad
My time here is
sends messages)
(Of hope and we need it right now)
(This song is definitely reprehensive of that)
(It was written by Charlie Chaplin)
(And, uh, for
Theresa May
Recently, I've been forcing rhymes
Eminem does it all the time
Now Shady's forty-five
Anyone still check Shade 45?
By the way, Oliver Age 24
is my time
She mix sprite wit her Barcardi
She not my type, good luck Charlie
Who gotta light? I got some Bob Marley
Finish ever single blunt that
robots
Who would have us all share their death.
History is simply a justification for oppression,
Written by those who practice it.
It is being
I'm Gone, Them go show that love
When I'm Gone
Yeah, yeah
This is real shit, running tummy
Charlie, charlie, someone place the pencil for me
I see so
Everybody wanna Talk shit don't say They tell me who said
It this is the reason Why I'm so heart Headed you see if
You see me go crazy
On a track now you Get
threesome)
Money overflowin through the roof aint no facade (no cap man)
Just in time for the main event yes im here (thats me)
Two-tone ap black in the front
other shit
Bitch, I'm on my own lane, only God judge me
All you rappers rapping is equivalent to rare meat
And now you're on my lying shit, starving
Out...is dogshit
To be fair BBC haven't done a good sitcom in time
And Channel 4 need to step up cos Derry Girls is shite
Leave your brain at home for Big
like come on bro take that seriously
Be for real man, hold on tight
Three years later she's in the cab with me
Talking about how time flies by
We may
and the world laughs at you
So weep for the world is drowning
In Tears for fears that are getting a grip
On our mind its a trip we're going blind
Gettin colder,
Copperfield with two p's
This is David Coperfield with one p
By Edmund Wells
(David Coperfield with one p?)
Yes, I should have said
(Well, in that case, we
so many peers, and shed so many tears
Now that I'm strugglin' in this business, by any means
Label me greedy gettin' green, but seldom seen
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