Lyrics:
I'm called the Mad Scientist Extra P
About to set up shop and drop this next degree
On the masses, yeah it's the live guy with glasses
By myself is how I've been so just leave me alone
It's night time now and I'm in some lonely room again
The guy who made me go with him says he can
to
Trigger emotions and trigger
Thoughts of you one of the
Most clever people to
Ever manipulate the internet i
Watched him go from:
Sway you gotta hear my
She said she was fine
And I'm like okay
Let's go back in time
To those way better days
Let's go to the moon
Let's go to the moon
Let's go to the moon
It's your boy, it's your boy, Mazzeratti
Yeah, Yeah, Uhh, Grad School Squared baby
Yeah, Uhh, here I go, Uhh, Uhh, education, uhh, graduation Uhh,
Some guys are all about how well you fill up your sweater
I'm all about how you predict the weather
And calculate masses of asses walking by
Just by
a bad guy same way
Said bitch don’t talk to me
I only speak guapanese
I made so much money last year
And I’m on what degree
So cold on no degrees
proper, back to the entertainment,
They thought I would have be finished by now,
Just up preparing another lines huh!
Where I am right now l, think is
There was a girl I used to know
She was oh so beautiful
But she's not here anymore
She had a college degree
Smart as anyone could be
She had so much
downtown with everyday
Black people sitting on the curb
Crying because we know that they will go back
Home with a clear conscience
And a college degree
no friends for to go my bail they slapped my dried up carcass in that country jail
Into the courtroom my trial began where I was handled by twelve
a no-go, you don't know me, bitch
Keep an eye on your hoe, she wanna blow me, bitch
Get a load of this guy, lil' phony bitch
Man time, he don't know what
a check my eyes turn green
Make me forget it's still a machine
You're a part of it just like me
So go to the army or get a degree
They may say to live your
never been the type of guy to come around
Always stayed in I'd never go out
You can count on me to make an excuse
To bail on you
So I'm sitting waiting
on poor natives
I've come to believe with some degree of certainty
This place locks hearts away as well as the chains you see
But I am stilled by scripture
Dead guy, even by myself I'm with them dead guys (I'm with them dead guys)
I didn't like that ho attitude but I can't lie her head fye (can't lie her
(Be gone evil one)
Play dead and move along
Takes breaks by the hour go and sing my songs
Cause I don't give a fuck about fixin these wrongs
I'm in
ain't ever even messed with a guy like me
She ain't ever been impressed by a youngin like me
(Ah Yeh)
Funny guys on the side wanna pree, me
Confined by
see you shopping, I roll up by Dollar Tree
I'll sock your eye (sock your eye)
Dr. B, this is what I prescribed
A Taser to your face
I'm shocking guys
Everywhere I go they know my name
Talk bout me then I know your fake
Everyone talk like they know my pain
Crawling back is the ones that hate
Guess
gotta be
To feel like I am not a bad guy
Cause I tried, can I stop by
Kiss me goodnight
I know I said that I wouldn't
I know you said that you shouldn't
crack, crack
If you wanna shoot, give me a second so I can lay flat
'Cause this, some the cemetery's, the reality
Where the tough guys get buried in
cups of Christmas cheer
I just need to catch my breath
Christmas by myself this year
Calendar picture, frozen landscape
Chilled this room for
Because dem a always ah die young or what
Sombodi eat dem or what?
Wha go on fi der?
Yeh man
Have you heard of the guy dey call him Pharrell?
Oh Pharrell
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