Lyrics:
comes
Money just comes
Money just comes
She pandering she talented
She pandering she talented
She pandering she talented
She pandering she talented
She
candy
Go up to your door
To ask for something sweet
Have him hit the doorbell
And tell them I can't speak
Pandering for candy
We're going door
Woah
Wha huh
Wha
Wha huh
Huh
Wha huh
I had a dream that I met a bad bitch in the jungle
Bad as can be, telling me to be humble
Pandering me, make her
a dinner show for all
And open up pandora's box and get into the hall
Cause I'm a pansexual pantheist
And I'm not pandering, I just can't help that I was
howling at the man in the moon
Ahoo, pandering to the prophets of doom
Merchants of mystery peddling their muck, making a buck
They prey on our longing,
I was wondering
Do you really like me for me
We're you pandering
Do you see your future in me
Keep yo head up
Feelings do flow like a leaf
I know you
Aimless meandering while politicians are pandering
To make you forget why you're there at all
Picket line turned into a bake sale
For the middle class,
Hmmm phenomjk
I was wondering
Do you really like me for me
We're you pandering
Do you see your future in me
Keep yo head up
Feelings do flow like
no relief, no giving
Now it's time, to end the show
Knowing why must be unknown
Marketing and pandering to sensitive bureaucracy
Changing what you
Aye Blo, roll that shit up
I know they gotta demand for me
I ain't the one for the pandering
Real has been somethin in scarcity
Covered in water
Macklemore without pandering, Mac Miller without tattoos
El-P without the rhinestones, Hoodie Allen without testosterone
Necro without the methylone
that you insist on pandering?
Can you not see that you're awakening the Kraken?
This is not something that can easily be undone
Leeching for fucking
Kupid
More Legolas
Pandering to me
Best to start to walk
Yeah
It's best to start to walk
Pandering to me
Best to start to walk
Yeah
It's best to start
colors showing/ blue blood like an adios or your blue blood donors/ pandering to
Black voters/ through hip-hop and your sorors/ sister girlin', sister
Okay
Okay
Okay
Okay
Okay
Okay
Okay
I'm tired of all of these fantasies
At this point feel like you pandering me
This shit ain't black and white, ain't no
Money on the phone, you don't cancel it
Pull up fast
Whiplash
Mash the gas
Ouuyeah
Dirty money, clean—, watch us handle it
Stop all the pandering
Pander pandering
our idols exposed
at seven soho square
their factory is on fire.
His sleeve caught between the cogs
pulled him down into
Solid like the niggas standin with me
(Solid like the niggas right here)
Grew up off of pandering and pimping
(Grew up off of pimpin panderin)
I could
all night
And forfeit a day in Denali?
You've missed the point or pandering
Your life away
Why would you save
To buy a seat,
But hold your phone
the fool?
Exactly who the fuck are you pandering to?
We've seen this dance before
We know the moves
However cold, however damned, however cruel...
You can't
Something pandering and something bold
Pure gold
So it’s true, it’s true
You’ve got to work for what you do
But I’m tired of working so hard
And for so little
attitude to men
No demagoguery
No currying favor, no pandering
Always sober, always steady
Never vulgar or a prey to fads
No currying favor, no pandering
Or your bell boy reading bell hooks
Okay okay we get it.
Nah your right I was pandering
But baby girl I'm clambering
And I got an angle and it's
alike
And next he will say that we look alike
Pandering to the Hispanic race
Now enough is enough cause deh make I man sick
(Chorus)
Fire bun dem to dem
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