Lyrics:
hearts
I think you hide all the answers away
Mrs. Popularity
Needs therapy
Suicidal recipes
Go through her head
Big Johnny football star
Has his daddy's
long
There ain't no trucks in Texas
Ain't no football in the south
Ain't no bourbon in Kentucky, I ain't drinkin' me some now
Ain't no stars in
hey babe
I think I'll have a cry
cause I'm not this biggest guy on the football team
and I know you think that's cool
I'll just read my emo books
blush
I'm gonna sing this now
See, I'm true, my songs are where my heart is
I'm like glue, I stick to other artists
I'm not you, now that would be
true.
She says baby everything is alright, uptight, out of sight.
Baby, everything is alright, uptight, clean out of sight.
She's a pearl
true.
She says baby everything is alright, uptight, out of sight.
Baby, everything is alright, uptight, clean out of sight.
She's a pearl
true
She says baby everything is alright, uptight, out of sight
Baby, everything is alright, uptight, clean out of sight
I'm a pearl of a girl, I
We were like a pair of shoes, you never saw one of us
Without the other, we were brothers but we weren't kin
Those neighborhood football games was
football
and your beer drinkin' just won't do
you're just stayin' out late and you're preachin' the hate
and you never have been true
You see mama she want
But mama's got a girlfriend now boy
Mama's got a girlfriend
Now mama's got a girlfriend mama's got a true friend
Mama's got a girlfriend now
I am the producer, manager, artist
In the rap game
Going the hardest
Nuff a these niggas ain't know what art is
Gonna make money (Yeah)
Nigga
What because you’re the manager
We’re Supposed to respect you
We’re going to destroy your venue
Belushi Speed Ball doesn’t care
Belushi Speed Ball
your manager's an asshole! get a new shirt?
I can't stand your guitar player!
rolling stone, village voice, picky picky picky!
said we can't sing, can't
service just gone throw me on hold
Or say the manager's on break
But ain't gone say for how long
Sick of this shit like diarrhea when it hit
We get blamed
to suffer and serve
If it's true that Satan presides life here on Earth
Then he had certainly proven a great manager's worth
What is real might be black,
can't make right!
No manager of the manager
My own man, call it my
The damage is gone, this shit crazy
Soon they cut the cameras on
This shit amazing, we
And I grew from the grime
And I'm true to the tribe
Everything I do
Do or die
But the crew is 2 Live
Through and Through 305
Ay look shorty showing
out the yellow
Cause now I'm seeing red
And it's too late to mellow
Is it true fate? Dinero
And he do hate to share though
Mummy's little boy
All hail
(Girls)
Lambourghini (Toys)
Take it to tha flo, 'cause I know how to handle ya
I don't wanna be ya man I wanna be ya manager
[Chorus:]
Kno I'm hot,
thing, that's true
Can't catch me I catch you
They theorize about me, Lil Mathews
cnd with this sh*t i'm slick
Bringing bass that f*cking kicks
Giving
swear that mentality just a benign threat
Just stay focused and true to yourself n there won’t be no ceiling to stop from how high you get
Yeah that’s
anger
Not like the one that speaks to manager.
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Solo (The worst one yet)
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My Karen throws a blow
I said girl that’s a way to go
getting there thing done
Troop references loop excellence dream come
True messages views net an obscene sum
Repetitive stream funds deposited and pocketed
don’t wanna see my bad side I ain’t never need a manager “I ain’t never need a manager”
I can never be in danger “I can never be in danger”
Go to hell
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