Lyrics:
want a better thing
Tryna feel ya like it's picture perfect but it's just the editing
Man, the game been waiting for a better king
I've been posted with
self together
I'm gonna stay right here, baby come with me
And I got me a high self esteem
Love love love love love love
Love love love love love love
Love love love
Big old digits with me
Big old Bentley
up and make love with me
Wake up and make love
Wake up and make love with me
I don't wanna make you
I'll let the fancy take you
And you'll wake up
That's okay 'cause I got no self esteem
Oh, hey, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah, yeah
We make plans to go out at night
I
If I spoke in words you didn't understand
Wouldn't that make me a better man
Elocution class to lend a hand
Get me a self-improvement plan
the trap spot
(Trap spot)
Couple nights shovin' hard by my damn self
(Damn self)
By my damn self, out there by my damn self
I remember I was goin' hard by my
Material things, but that's not true
You see my heart is rich with love for you
Don't let him make you doubt my love for you
Yeah, baby
I work hard for
Now you told me that you love me baby, and you told me a lie.
But today you quit me - make up your mind or die.
So get yo'self together, 'cause I ain't
to do with the fact I'm lonesome and blue
But that wouldn't be true I'm a self made man
Ya I'm the one that fooled around
and let the one who loved me
acquainted with my pain
All grief has to bow to Your name
You relieve my suffering
So I'll make no mistake
In the midst of this shaking
You are still good
acoustics of the 'duck' sound
Those ignorami whose minds have not been E-duck-ated in Duckology 101
And who are thus not acquainted with the teachings
Roadkill by the highway, it makes me feel at home
I've got neon behind my eyelids and tarmac on my bones
A bikini bar in a western town with a name
I should be living the dream
But I'm living with a security team
And that ain't gonna change, no
I got a paranoia in me
And you wouldn't believe
Intimacy's
Fresh from my dreams
Over a triple X movie screen
I couldn't care less about being seen
A higher self esteem if you're on me?
(Ain't
and standing for something, fuck an acronym
Cut the fucking act like you're happy, I'm fucking back again
With another anthem, why stop when it doesn't have
It's too late to turn back now
There ain't no space back there
And how did I begin to lose my self control
How did I begin to lose my self
the point
It's the joint
Mike D (yeah?) With your bad self running things
(What's up?) with your bad breath onion rings
(Well I'm Mike D and I'm back
of self-loathing, so THEY say
He treats himself well
And he'll never tell what he's feelin'
He's a one-in-a-million chameleon
Do you know with whom you are dealin'?
I want the chronic
I gots to get fucked up
Make my bud the chronic
Before I take it home
Damn, my last joint
Don't fuck with me, fool (pass
you talk like that
You make a woman go mad
So be wise (sí) and keep on (sí)
Reading the signs of my body (uno, dos, tres, cuatro)
I'm on tonight
Hello, hello, hello
Load up on guns and bring your friends
It's fun to lose and to pretend
She's over-bored and self-assured
Oh no, I know a dirty
guess I better take a seat
Cause now and then I feel like, watching you dancing for me
So get acquainted
I can't reach for a star with your name on it
Get
Uh, with your bad self
Say it louder (I'm Black and I'm proud)
Say it louder (I'm Black and I'm proud)
Looky here
Some people say we got a lot
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