Lyrics:
to taste your lips
And hear my name
Just take me by the hand
Show me you're my man
No need to buy me things to show off or impress me
Just need your tender
The mic was passed and that's when I found out
(People from everywhere watchin the show)
(You're intrigued by the way I do my thing)
(People from
wanna see me on the scene
Last thing you hear is a bang and a scream
Bare mash man want me on their team
’Cause they know from the bust I shot
Heads are
Murphy's Law
Generation X—will I ever be your ex?
Flaws of a baby step', mauled by the mouth a bit
Pause, put me under stress, crawled under rocks,
me, this pure mic dope I'm sellin
It's the man with mellow rap, felon, constantly yellin "yo ma!"
(Nelly)
Uh, uh, uh, uh
What's it like bein
Well, there was this movie I seen one time
About a man riding 'cross the desert and it starred Gregory Peck
He was shot down by a hungry kid trying
showing off watch me show off
Said I'm showing off
Man I'm showing off
When I show off watch me show off
Said I've been down way too long
You can tell it by
ain't got nothing to do with me
Ima show you how to love like I got a double cup screaming ymcmb p*ssy monster
And I don't give a f*ck about your man
to go, privilege a token, Mental is slow, so much not spoken
Future is growing, here we are going, Now he is no man
But why listen to me, I'm like Nanny
butcher man can't do
Butcher man, in the morning, won't you please stop by my house
Butcher man, in the morning, won't you please stop by my house
I've got
these niggas ain't got no cars today, man
My car was so pretty, I ride by, niggas' dicks get hard
You dig what I'm sayin?
[Young hustler:]
Ha-ha, man
telling me "You so good man, you going up!"
But what's the point in getting all this praise when nothing good really shows up?
Can't break out of this cycle
Man fuck this shit, yo, I'm going the fuck home
World on my shoulders as I run back to this 8 Mile Road
I'm a man, I'ma make a new plan
Time for me
told on me
Rumour is these niggas wanna roll on me
They hate my name, caught no body
It’s peak now, the hit mans owed money
Run up in your car like
I need (I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together)
To get by
Shorty I'm there for you anytime you need me
For real girl, it's me in your
Dying inside and I don't
Wanna show it
I'm breaking my mind by just being here lonely
By just being here lonely
I'm breaking my mind by just being here
Cameroonian girl show them ah ah show them
Jamaican girl show them ah ah show them eh eh
Move it round round round round
Make me believe like a real man
Spread
Ain't got that much to show for it
Still had to sell my soul for it, just to get by
Uh, I woulda been dropping out days
Man I can't even think clearly
news media, the politically correct and the enemy of the people, who not surprisingly hates the show in general and me in particular, by once again tell
What the fuck is you doin' man, huh? Huh?
The fuck you talkin' to?
I'm talkin' to you (talkin' to you, what?)
You ain't talkin' to me
The fuck you
What the fuck is you doin' man, huh? Huh?
The fuck you talkin' to?
I'm talkin' to you (talkin' to you, what?)
You ain't talkin' to me
The fuck you
in this sea, if the roles were reversed would she be thinking bout me
Even though my mind is clouded, man I really fucking doubted..since she cheated
quick, you slower than a snail (Than a snail)
I’m schoolin’ ‘em, man somebody ring the bell (Haha)
I be gettin’ money, tell by the smell (By the smell)
a fuck about your excuse
Cuz it's a two-way street, and I don't wanna see us both tryna' compete
Show me your worth and your dignity and I'll be your man
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