Lyrics:
Remilitary is terror nigga holds his medal
Of his never be availible
That easy I'm a editor, restin up with the best of em
Minds of them bitches that stress
O cândido
Waldomiro anda muito preocupado
Com as idéias de seu editor
Que querendo modernizar o jornal
Cerra e esquece o romantismo
Que ele
for
I admit that I have been a little immature
With your heart like I was the pre-da-tor
In my book of lies I was the editor
And the author
I
for
I admit that I have been a little immature
With your heart like I was the pre-da-tor
In my book of lies I was the editor
And the author
I
what happens now
The editor of Vogue rolls through town
Sees that picture, tracks you down, and
Next thing you know
They're gonna put you
the editor
Of a famous etiquette book
The waitress he was handsome
He wore a powder blue cape
I ordered some suzette, I said
"Could you please make that
I admit that I have been a little immature
Fucking with your heart like I was the pre-da-tor
In my book of lies I was the editor
And the author
I
family secrets out to
Flunkey's and castrato walkers
See that girl, watch that scene
Digging the dancing queen
Two newspaper editors like playground
have a selfish agenda
Presidents sweep evidence under the verandah
Me, i’m a public defender
I’m an editor with no footage
What shall i render?
No
A letter to the editor
From the man in the corner
It's all in vain
They want your head
They want your head on a plate
For every fly that's
que nos envolve
Sem o diretor pedir pro editor tirar o filme
Teu personagem fugiu com a tua fala, deu dó
Você perdeu o controle, o orçamento e o
the mass hysteria, the bomb shell of America
Swell competors, explicit lyrics from the editor
Realistic predator, the rhyme writer, climb heights
Rhymes
family secrets out to
Flunkey's and castrato walkers
See that girl, watch that scene
Digging the dancing queen
Two newspaper editors like playground
Something strange is going on
And you're in the middle
I'll do anything to solve the riddle
I've got a city editor
Put me on a deadline
If I
(One two three two)
The editor lies screaming (baking in his waking dream),
Questioning "Who is God's favorite rock star this week?"
And will
my melody)
(Check out my melody)
(Check)
(Check out my-)
(Check out my melody)
I'm not a regular competitor, first rhyme editor
Melody
my melody)
(Check out my melody)
(Check)
(Check out my-)
(Check out my melody)
I'm not a regular competitor, first rhyme editor
Melody
competitors, fuck these rappers, fuck these editors
Fuck the head of the state, fuck the gates surroundin' the prisoners
These motherfuckers the prey, I'm
meet the executor and when it come to paper, meet the editor
(Uh) A little better brah you need to step, step it up
I'm on my business that's my forte,
secrets out to flunkies and castrato walkers
See that girl
Watch that scene
Digging the "Dancing Queen"
Two newspaper editors like playground sneaks
i'm working with better cameras
I'm working with better editors steve
Please forgive me because I feel like it's
Super patronizing whenever someone
Does
weren't fuckin' lying to every blogger and editor, but
It is what it is
You definitely got this shit burnt the fuck out though, like
You got ten more
Hi, this is Loraine Alterman
Free Press teen editor
And today I'm talking to Marvin Gaye marvin
How are you?
Well, I'm pretty fine today
What do
to dance
The editor-forever more the predator, I said it all
I spread a war, like never before
Spit lead at yours like a ghetto braud raw
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