Lyrics:
don't know by now baby I'm a star,
Look at my face,
Look at my car,
Look at my waist then look at my scars.
Look out da window see where we are.
In
Like I was Charlie Sheen
But in the rain we all look wet
And in the snow we all look cold
[Chorus]
Disgusted by all the flashness
I think I'm
Probably'll try it and probably like it
I can't know, what, he probably a psychic?
I know a crazy bitch by the look in her eyes
I know a cheating bitch gonna
You called me up from Amarillo, said you were coming to town
And thought I'd like to tell you hello, and drive an old friend around
I pulled up
that, me? I make mills off that
How the fuck can't y'all see I ride, when I drive, down the block and
You look outside, H-A-T-E in your eyes, I enter
even thouh I went to college and dropped out of school quick
I always had a Ph.D., a pretty huge dick
Ladies tired of gettin' ripped off by guys like
I got bitches in my coupe (huh)
Me and Breezy, fifty hoes, by the group (by the group)
That's yo' bitch, she told a lie, ain't told the truth, ooh
that look in your eyes, I wanna touch you
(Baby)
Are you by your self tonight, I wanna touch you
(Baby)
I see that look in your eyes, I wanna
axe and di hoe
('ting deh yah) awoh (haha)
See di bwoy dem deh (now) aye
Drive by inna di Juta
Pussyhole swear seh a tourist
When him look a shooter
arm he says
"Come on, baby, let's get out of here."
They take one last drive around town
And, man, it already looks different
He bangs the wheel
I don't like humus, I hate long lines
Nosy neighbors and the nation blind
Chirpy news anchors alter my mood
I'm offended by buzz words like
trays
That's one on the left and one in the right hand, Scottie Pippen both ways
Been doin' drive-bys, got this music industry timelined
Lookin' like
got a goat
My mom asked me to look and see if my dog, still had some dog bones
I said, Yep, he's still got dog bones
My dad drives on a parkway, and he
in a coma
I'm super paid, 2 shows a day
My rollie gold, no time to waste
What it do Berg, my fuckin' brother
Keep that pistol by me like my lovely
Buckle up and drive me, crazy
Eighteen wheels and two headlights in the night
Just look straight ahead if you like it slow
Take guesses on exits, one
around
Let me grow dizzy and fall to the ground
And when I look up at you looking down,
Say it was only a dream
A big truck was parked in the drive
living alone will drive me crazy
Oh, you don't know the shape I'm in
I'm gonna go down by the water
But I ain't gonna jump in, no, no
I'll just be
but Slim Shady is for the children!" (Hey, wait!)
I look at my life in a new light, fuck it
Give me two mics, I write songs for me, fuck what you like
but Slim Shady is for the children!" (Hey, wait!)
I look at my life in a new light, fuck it
Give me two mics, I write songs for me, fuck what you like
and it's really souped up
That Model A body makes it look like a pup
It's got eight cylinders and uses them all
And an overdrive that just won't stall
something that I can't understand
It's like I'm captured by the touch of your hand
It's your vibe, it's your style, it's the way that you smile
Get
violent
But she's goin' through my drawers to plant the K-Y in
I'm gettin' accused by a whore
Who smells like St. Ides and
Who has probably screwed five
been the same
I've learned to live by hate and pain
It's my inspiration drive
I've learned more than you'll ever know
Even at school I felt quite sure
alone.
Blues, fallin' down like drops of rain.
Blues, fallin' down on me like drops of rain.
And I can't find the one I love, it's enough to drive any
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