Lyrics:
, listen, ah, do you know how...
Do you know how to get to the chateau mormon from here?
Not exactly...is it by the, by the airport?
No no, we don't, we have
how ya wanna take it
Fully clothed or butt-naked, I learned the hard way
Ain't nothing sacred in this world, time to face it
Johnny Basic Instinct,
went down the road of no return
This just in:
Charlie, the undisputed Karaoke King from Sylvania, Ohio
was found naked and stoned this morning in his
you understand
Could it be your love life like mine, I need a girlfriend's hand
Well, you need love like I do, don't you
I can tell by the way you
Woke up on the coach
Must’ve been faded
In a fast whip
I had to lane switch
The way they be watching
You would've thought I was famous
To hype I’m in
Tree by Fall Out Boy
Jimmy Eats World Bleed American
Red Hot Chili Peppers Californication By The Way
Gimme Some Peter Bjorn and John
The Avett Brothers
at all
I'm a bad boy singer
She's my little yulia
The world has seen her body
But she's showing me her heart
She is beyond a muse for me
No she is
You made a lot of money since you hit the stage
Swingin' on the pole so many different ways
Got hit with a butt cheek and smacked ya back
You're
distracted
by the flashing lights
keep your heart in the game
keep your head on tight
keep at it
you can rattle the cage
every famous author had his pen
End up being one of your favorites, bitch I'm famous
Cause Ima be the greatest, greatest, greatest
I bet you won't expect, the unexpected to make a way
And fuck this idea of doing anything to be famous
And then to be adored by any ignoramus
Like "We're Kardashians, we're basic
Super famous but we get naked
too
Yea
She might have to get it too
Been down nigga
We just gotta see it through
No vision
All focus
When I'm coming through
Fuck Jay and a dinner I
underneath
eating mine alone
and no one knows
or eating every ones
and everyone is coming
i could never bring anything to reality now
reality is cracked by
We famous decorators
Outlaws with the force, with the Money Makers
Wu-Tang, when we bang, we be regulators
Player haters can't play us, 'cause
else
She does have a point do you feel you
Get the proper love from New York?
Hell fucking no
And I never understood that because
You ran the same
Faded changing I be on a new wave
Faded and dangerous I can play it two ways
Famous waiting she be on them mood swings
Baby yeah that's the way that
excuses, no mistakes and no more lyin'
(Ain't no more lying)
Right by ya side (Right by ya)
Long as you tryin' (Long as you trying)
But I been grounded way
And I swear I don't want nobody, no
And I swear I don't want nobody, no
Daisy
I'm the only one in the whole world who knows I'm famous
Believe in myself I
the bitches
Now a queen's a queen and a stunt is a stunt
You can tell who's who by the things they want
Most chicks want minks
Diamonds, a Benz
Spend up all
No-No-No-Nobody Famous
Creative Coalition
I been cookin' in our war room
W-W-Went from askin' nicely now we confiscate it
It's time for subtractions
In loving
Pull up with the bands I dance away.
[Chorus]
Money, money coming in, bank teller call me by first name eh
I ain't famous but the green got me fame eh,
(come on, come on, come on)
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from
In New York (ayy, ah-ha) (uh, yeah)
Concrete jungle (yeah) where dreams
dodging you naked hoes who looking like mole rats
No six pack like pockets my gut fat
Still dodging you naked hoes who looking like rugrats
I heard a dub
Raised by the internet
Life: money, cars, clothes, hoes incorrect
Yeah, eyes closed, intellect
My generation never die, it's a bet
Raised by
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