Lyrics:
You've got a lot on your plate, just know you're doing great
Keep pushing, and to everyone out there who does what you do
This is a pat on the back, this
that you blame, for your going insane?
Can’t you admit that you’re wrong? Is it really hard to be that strong?
You destroy yourself by this blaming
wake. him. up.
Pat him on the bald head
Tell me bout a dream, Louis
Something obscene, Louis
You're life's an open magazine Louis
I'm stoned in
a tremendous story for you today
You're not gonna believe this story folks but it's a true story!
Believe me, I've got the best stories!
"So, there I was folks
always be this
So what y'all expect, I'm supposed to fess?
Motherfucker don't hold your breath oh yes!
You're now rockin' with the best there is
your teeth, and be giving em hell
'Cause to love is a radical act, give your brother a pat on the back
And if you get a panic attack, feel like you're
AMOS
You take my style and squeeze your lips
like probably you see your life stopped, you're freakin FAMOUS
I dare another rapper try to TAME THIS
I
When I like you it's total revenge
I want to but I can pretend
That I don't need to be
By your side again
Wrap me up in a plastic case
Pat me
one
Well I thank you all very much hey you're a great group
I'm gonna tell you who the rest of the Storytellers are
There's Drew Sexton on the piano
Don't turn out the
Lights tonight
I need a can of Raid
Ants will crawl inside my ears
And nibble on my brain
There's something by the window
And it
chikka, bomba chikka
Bomba chikka
Bomba chikka, bomba chikka
Bomba chikka
Use your imagination
As you're building a foundation
You must pat it really
they compare
If you're sending thoughts and prayers
Well there's children starving in Africa
But Billionares can't seem to find a dime to spare
So
Don't turn out the
Lights tonight
I need a can of Raid
Ants will crawl inside my ears
And nibble on my brain
There's something by the window
I'm right by your side, I'll pull the plug on your shit
And when you're gone we'll hang a black flag
With a lighthouse shining
This is where it
of my craft
All solid, no crumbs, hand-crafted by hand
I still don't dance, don't bite my tongue for nobody
You could either fly away or come do
get it if I want (uh)
But gettin' there's not gettin' that if you're not don't get it how you want (uh)
I know that's privileged, but I been embraced
Jaguar.
Our prosperity is their death.
Pat us on the back, third world wallets gone.
There's blood on our hands,
it's your choice if you want to see it
testing my watch
If patience is a virtue, that's not what you're taught
Not what I thought, not so nonchalant
I'm surrounded by cops, wearing nothin' but
as I can see.
Left by the lamp, right next to the bed, on a cartoon cat pat you scratched with a pen, "Everything is as it has always been. This
serving for a while, but I'm gunning for the crown
Every win I get I'm proud, soak it up
Cause by tomorrow we go straight back down
Flying higher than I
Hold up a second it's coming straight from the grave
I'm speaking to nation Coz darkness is spreading rapidly damaging
Our chances of Salvation
Pat
shame
the only way out, you're the key
I told you, you don't go round there no more
Evil be known, he won't let go
Told you, you don't go round there no
Pokémon trainer no not like Benedict
Power of crack cocaine and addiction to anime
Got me pulled over by a bad pig told her pat away
All she found was
think that you're a dancer too
So make spectators answer to the frantically romantic you
If you're propelled to feel the temperature, you have to move
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