Lyrics:
you're just another boring bi-sexual
I met Andy Warhol at a really chic party
Blow it out your hairdo 'cause you work at Hardees
80 pounds of make up
It ain't a needle in a vein
It ain't backstage sex
It ain't lines of cocaine on a private jet
It ain't havin' a posse full of hangers on following
light 'cause yours got dim
Then you get sparked by the lord Rakim
What's the matter G, check your battery
Go get charged up, then come battle me
You
I'm systematic, hydromatic
I'm unorthodox like Lenny Kravitz
I don't play guitar, still on your radar
And you can help by screamin, fuck you
a breathe then die by it
Take a chill and live by it
Fall get up and smile for it
Respect and love I'm all for it
Can't use your words that's why you died by
doesn't
Just let him have his way with her
He should have a dozen regrets by now but the
Look on his face isn't one of regret
He smothers her, gets in
when you pass us
My only exercise is me runnin' out of glasses
I'll drink to that
Dreams to reality
By any means to your majesty
From misery
(ja)
Heut erleb ich bessere Tage,
gute Aussicht schönere Lage,
sitze nicht mehr fest,
sonder Backstage zähl Gage//
[Hook]
14 Uhr in Frankfurt zieh ne
by si sa mala sprchovať denne 5x
Mohla si žiť pekne v centre
A večerať v Ambiente
Koncerty, fotky, backstage
Hotely, Aperol, Perrier
No si zase na
a ticket
I'm backstage with the girl
But I'm driving tonight so I just got a WKD
Might go pay my girl a quick visit
Hang on a minute, I don't have one, bin
of the week
This disco used to be a cute cathedral
But we got no room if you ain't gonna be chic
Sell your holy habitats
This ship's been deserted by
come up tryna make it
To the baddest bitch in the world tannin' by my pool naked
So to the youngin' on his come up listening, boy, you could make it
I make
Your backstage pass and black sunglasses
Make you look just like a queen
Even the fans they know your face
From all of the magazines
toss me a single red rose.
RAOUL:
Please Gustave, if you donÃ'Â't mind? Would you wait outside a while?
GUSTAVE:
May I go exploring? All by myself?
ain't no tellin'
Will I fuck 'em? Will I diss 'em? That's what they be yellin'
I'm a pimp by blood, not relation
Y'all be chasin', I replace them, huh?
me whole gang on TV, PG my Rollie
Turnin' down tops and the top bitches, that remind me of the old days
Sneakin' in hoes with the backstage pass
off and bring a friend
I got backstage passes for you
Just meet me right by the bathroom
And if you don't have a curfew
Keep it real and we'll
yo ho' hit the rear
Backstage pass, lick stick tied on the right tit
My hopes of gettin' licked, grab that ass and then hit
Hit, hard movin' wall
threes
Life is short is what some nigga said
Not if you measure life by how one lives and what he did
It's funny how these black killer companies is making
more light cause yours got dim
Then you get sparked by the Lord Rakim
What's the matter G, check your battery
Go get charged up, then come battle
out the hood on the scene
you did the humpty with the you I did the walk wit the queen
was a dream smokin and drinkin ?
Stealin' backstage passes
shadow, by the backstage door
Like a trip through the past, to that day in the rain
And that one guitar, made his whole life change
Now he needs to keep
here by that name"
"A Cooky or Puss then, Cooky chic"
"Anybody man, I want to speak to them"
"There not here"
"I said where's Cooky puss at?
"Yo,
smoking, gun toting, see how these niggas living
Earn, burning word for ya, curb serving
Got you hooked by the first purchase, birds chirping
Cops
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