Lyrics:
a purpose
Why'm I Ner-Ner-Ner-Ner-Nervous
Why am I nervous about them things
You putting on meI got a purpose, I've got to be
The best I can be
Life throwing
it!
Kick yo leg out while you twerk it in a circle
Throw throw that ass stop acting like you nervous
It’s 3am me and Waffle House still serving
I was
even have a hook
For the white kids to sing along
I don't wanna sing a song, fuck that
Now cyber bully sissies on my little sister's MacBook
I got you
time,
so don't you be nervous, honey. It will relaw everybody, & we'll be so happy.
I'm gonna go n now. I'll introduce you, O.K.? HEADS UP! Now you kids
think I never used to eat Malteaser’s
I slag you off now and don’t feel bad about it afterwards
Just like all the other kids abandoned by their fathers
a taste of everything we find in between
Ooh you make me nervous
Ooh you make me wanna run away and hide
Ooh you make me nervous
When you look at me I
You'll never take the
Truth from me
What'd they see?
Me screaming
Do I make you nervous?
Am I such a burden?
You're always so certain
You're right about me
am I to judge we just kick it it's like
Boom bat bam - hot damn
I dunno but it feels so easy, coastal kids who just sing in the sea breeze
Who am
TJ's World Deluxe he
So this how the hooks gonna go for this song
Listen
I was that kid I am that kid
And I still am vibin
I was that kid I am that
You looking at me up and down
'Cause you know that I am worthy
Worthy
Worthy
Worthy
Worthy
Say you want me to take you down
'Cause you know that I am
I just, like, put on some jazz music (ohh)
Go smoke a cigar (ohh)
And just go play with the kids, you know what I'm sayin'?
Go and play with my
'll always have a Rocky finish
Eat me broccoli, spinach, cocky? Nope
But I hope I offended you when I told ya how dope I am at this
And put emphasis
hurtful shit I'm really just a nervous kid
Life ain't how it seems its more facades for the appearances
I hate to love myself but think I love to hate
you with that curve
Curvin and swervin
Bad bitch got you nervous
And I got bars
Nigga you heard it
I am not playing not ma fuckin games
I will not
get rid of kids, now that's ill
The top of your head can fly of the top of convertibles
Ain't gon' really take no time to come through and murder you
I
Fucking cut you when I see you, Michael
Fucking bitch
You like to be nice to your fans?
You fucking faggot
I put a fucking veil over your little kid
and you fry in my iron furnace
I am on my get rich or die tryin' like when Em was signin' Curtis
'Cause I am murderous
Joe Budden, Jersey City, New
(I'm not trying to be nosey babe, oh no)
We gotta let this one breathe, Just
Just let it breathe for a sec
(I'm not trying to give you no advice)
Sedate me, so that your salty is sweet
I’m overwhelmed by tasty thoughts of you
Daydream, my pride is waving the white flag
Take me, yeah, ah baby
perfect
Hit her from the AM to the PM, make her nervous
Body and legs, boy, got her feeling like a ocean
Now I'm under the sun, you know how I get lit
Each one cut by hand, by master glassworkers"
She draws her eyes from me for
A second to look up
"Takes one's breath away to think about it"
Mum loves
(The sunset in my rear view mirror is beautiful, but
Nothing compared to what else I have to leave behind...)
Malachi
SHE MAKES ME NERVOUS
It's
I'm so beautiful
But why am I acting so shy
Tripping on my heart beat
Try'na see your point of view
My hands turn blue
I'm always nervous with you
just because you know
I got it it's because of me that
We're eating right up in this bitch don't
Stretch it by asking for a lawyer
And shit" That's
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