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that the emperor has lost his clothes.
And what's more, you'll tell the whole world what he stole.
Let them have their fad and their fix, confined by
I am not such a clever one about the latest fads
I admit I was never one adored by local lads
Not that I ever tried to be a saint
I'm the type
Cheatin' shows and it never goes
You've got a reason to be mad I suppose
But he only was a passing fad
Baby, don'cha be mad
His kind's a dime a dozen
to another ghetto
On Sante Fe playing the lotto
I used to want a champagne two door Tahoe
Until I seen that same truck shot by five-o
Dead with his eyes closed
wake up fine and dandy
But then by the time I find it handy
To rip my heart apart and start
Planning my crash landing
I go up, up, up, up, up
one, and one invented not by our venerable ancestors, but by a devilishly clever marketing firm, not to symbolize your everlasting love, but to make
I am not such a clever one
About the latest fads
I admit I was never one
Adored by local lads
Not that I ever try to be a saint
I'm the type
nothin', yeah
Now I'm on a mission to the money
Now excuse me while I count all these hundreds
I don't even count that shit by a hundred no more
Count
since hangin' by the seesaw
Niggas think bloodin' is a fad, on crip
Got my real blood homies lookin' bad
I'm a g from the floor
All the way up to the LA
Cheatin' shows and it never goes
You've got a reason to be mad I suppose
But he only was a passing fad
Baby, don'cha be mad
His kind's a dime a dozen
given day
The adjective amazing, spelled with an 'A'
And a 'G' on the end, by usin, my pen
Set forth on a journey for the, perfect blend
Rhymin was
to teach us
By they strength, our children need to see Jesus in their weakness
And keep seeking where free speech is rare
And realness gets kept less
I am not such a clever one
About the latest fads
I admit I was never one
Adored by local lads
Not that I ever try to be a saint
I'm the type
where we not no beat boxers
We talkin' B blockers keep us with deep pockets
See not no fad or no internet phenom
But he be's on that web like he
eat the same
A nigga paranoid, I still sleep the same
You niggas rappin' 'bout blow, like it's a fad
Nigga this is my life, I ain't tryna set trends
I am not such a clever one
About the latest fads
I admit I was never one
Adored by local lads
Not that I ever try to be a saint
I'm the type
the
score check Melba needs Moore since now she poor looks to get richer by
puttin' rap up in the picture I'll fix ya backwards blindfold step
KLICKOW' Your
to wanna play like Randall and be an Eagle
I used to play the quarterback, my dog would go receiver
That was 'til the ball got flat by a dope needle
I am not such a clever one about the latest fads
I admit I was never one adored by local lads
Not that I ever tried to be a saint
I'm the type
fad
Glowing embers lie across the sky
Here by my side, in my summer, our last summer
The world passes by in my summer, our last summer
fad
Glowing embers lie across the sky
Here by my side, in my summer, our last summer
The world passes by in my summer, our last summer
This guy, this guy
Gotta set aside a disguise, disguise
So they never see me pass by, pass by
Hiding under all the dark skies, dark skies
'Til it's
I am not such a clever one
About the latest fads
I admit I was never one
Adored by local lads
Not that I ever try to be a saint
I'm the type
raised on rock, got that rhythm in my soul
I was born to love the beat of that thing called rock and roll, yeah
They thought it was a fad, thought that
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