If I only had a clue how hard this game would really be/
I would lock myslef behind these bars and probably never leave/
Shit ain't all greasy, I ain't bargain these chips/
But I should dip anyway...explain to me these days/
Stand out for many days trying to be an Idol, but hey can't find them at a job---fair/
Pay money for a dream but can't afford ya bus-----fair/
Now I ain't tryin' to point and stare/
'Cuz I would spend at least a meal and a half for fly hair/
Or a whole years rent just to say I'd be there/
In fashion, it's nothing/
No cure for AIDS but expos for fuckin'/
Expos for fuckin'?/
Now ain't I sayin' somethin'/
'Cuz if Life's a bitch I would do her all again/
Lay her down to sleep and inpregnate her coussss-in/
'Cuz if death is parallel to success/
I would make myself a martyr just to say I was the best/
(So put me to the test/)
And who said I wasn't nice with it, huh?!
P.S. - If the instrumental is not the instrumental, the sound isnt working on my CPU so I couldnt tell
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
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