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[Intro: (laugh)] [Talking:] Trust Me bro...I know your in the building rapper...studio's are always in buildings man...there not outside...give a speech Somebody said the classics never go outta style But thats a stupid thing to say because they actually do And judgein' by the people that are settin all the standards All of us go outta style too Oh Lordy Loo I swear to christ I'm sure to screw or somethin Now the only music bumpin is that 1980s band es pop rap Id rather beat a dead horse than throw a saddle on it and ride it (man it ain't goin nowhere) You ever seen an irish pot head that flows with no hair? I gotta little buddah belly but I don't really care See I could never date a girl thats on a magazine cover Cause self absorbed women don't make good lovers mother fucker Just because its hard to write don't make it smart and bright I'm painten with the mothers of invention Bring my art to life Deliver menacing glows and now my nicotene flows throughout my bloodstream so I'ma give a rivet and show and paint a message its like I scraped the edges of my razor up against my wrist but eh...its nothin major cuz only punk mother fuckers call the cops and blow a hot bubble a poison till it pops [Chorus] Now you can find me in the burgs And you can find me in the streets Until you wonder what happened to me...to me You gotta trust that I'm just smokin' somethin Dealin with the motions, pumpin beats, tryna set the style free I wanna piece of the rotten apple pie Gotta make it bounce cuz you know its do or die I wanna piece of the rotten apple pie I gotta make it bounce cuz you know its do or die In 1997 I would smack my teacher with my purple Trapper-Keeper Rockin Stan Smiths and an Ol Dirty Bastard t-shirt Bingo, now I'm hittin a six, in the high school lunchroom, with liquor to mix Let's save the charts. I'm healin y'all from all the wasted art you're feelin (man) I wish that I could get pregnant with Ava Gardner's children (damn) Instead, I'm doin the twirl, as I watch text messages ruin the world (and technology, period) I'm waitin for the day we can burn copies of each other's girlfriends and skip the technology period. Cause Aunt Flow's an old fashioned gal, and computer love just ain't her style (gross) Lordy Lou all I wanna do is make it til I'm 42 so I can feel just in every grouchy thing I say or do. Until then you better watch out for that tailspin, No I'm not a rapper I'm a used car salesman. [Chorus] Hey, Sku, scratch my vocals right here. This is motherfuckin music to drive-by to. |
