Lyrics:
aimless
More futile ruse than the illusion of bein' famous
At times it feels unfair we were born in this cold world
So I commiserate with Chan Marshall -
a big change
Me and Marshall in a big Range
Make her face white with a red line
Now she staring at us like It came
Ain't it funny how shit change?
Come
I'm crazy, give me an IV full of lethargic medicine
So I can have my dick hard even though I'm tired, get it in
Spit on Target, so Marshall can't be
Sarah Marshall, it were hard to forget you
Thought no one could make me feel how you ever do
I'm fine now, I swear better than ever be
Fulfill
feelings, I feel like I play for the Saints
I just wanna hurt you, aim for the skanks
Then aim for all these fake Kanyes, Jays, Waynes and the Drakes
I'm
feelings, I feel like I play for the Saints
I just wanna hurt you, aim for the skanks
Then aim for all these fake Kanyes, Jays, Waynes and the Drakes
I'm
and lit
cll cause he tried to sell a tape by sucking marshalls dick
Binge, gobbling, you're not in the top ten thousand artists
Even if you started bobbing
and I'm
Afraid, my mom always reminds me
Of that day "That day, i knew if
I thought about it
Fear would make me turn back
That's why when you're
Afraid, you
thought you was about to tell him off, man, what's up?
Man, I'ma tell him when I feel like it, man, shut up
And you ain't even back me up, and we supposed
thought you was about to tell him off, man, what's up?
Man, I'ma tell him when I feel like it, man, shut up
And you ain't even back me up, and we supposed
at the mic, you weird beard
We doin' this once
Your beard's weird, why you yellin' at the mic?
Rihanna just hit me on a text
Last night I left hickeys
that, Royce, where you at?
I'm right here Fire Marshall, verbal pair of pliers, I pry apart you
Lump on your head designed by a bar stool
Designed by
a nerdy internet computer hip hop head
"Me and you, Clef, we're gonna make some cash"
"Grab this silver paint and just paint my ass"
Hey, mister, would
Goodwill loves me Macklemore than you
I've got flat screen TVs, with skate videos on repeat
All the latest CDs, mp3s, and Beats by Dre
Thank you very
're right back on it
Reminding me all over again how you fu-ing just brushed me off
And left me so burned, spent a lot of time trying to soul search
Maybe
're right back on it
Reminding me all over again how you fucking just brushed me off
And left me so burned, spent a lot of time trying to soul search
Maybe
on the silver horse witcha Metro pass (what nigga)
For every dollar you make nigga I make a G
Damn it feels good to live life like me, c'mon!
22's
Started feeling anxiety ain't no sense of running from it
All of us make mistakes but tell me are you learning from it
Am I the one to blame or life
a cold day in hell
When I froze or my foes make me fail
Like that cold day before OJ
Had to go straight to jail
While you're thinking you're hot on my coat
that, Royce, where you at?
I'm right here Fire Marshall, verbal pair of pliers, I pry apart you
Lump on your head designed by a bar stool
Designed by
with a habit
I'm recreative with a habit as
I resorted to dog food
Discombobulation, which ever way that
You call it
Sometimes I feel like Marshall
the strength
So let 'em bic's raise 'cause I came with five nine
But I feel like I'm six eight
This one's for you and me, living out our dreams
We're all
just to see
What it's like to be me
I'll be you, let's trade shoes
Just to see what it'd be like to
Feel your pain, you feel mine
Go inside each
slimeballs, showbiz big-deals
The cool new band with the retro feel
It's the wrap party for their video
Becky danced in it
The director, Marshall Law
Head
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