Yes man...I've got some news you know, there's a lot of things being said...
People talkin' this, and people talkin' that people talkin' this, and people talkin' that people talkin' this, and people talkin' that people need to shut up, and listen to the track
The sandman robbed me of my sleep I dragged a brush across my "deek" the alarm clock's a god damn thief he's always stealin' my hours from me
Now Monday is the patron son of death and eight in the morning is a time of nothingness see, something isn't as efficient as it should be and life's not as easy as it could be to me
When I'm livin' breathin' readin' writin' sweatin' bleedin' even cryin' tryin' to find a sign that I'm alive and I should keep fightin' avoid the lyin' just a star on the horizon like orion I'ma rise hitchhike and ride the lightnin' something's what I gotta be but my boss says to stop the daydreams she says "dumby there's no money in your labor" I say "newsflash, kiss my ass, pass the Funny papers"
I've got news for you I got news for you I've got news for you I got news for you I've got news for you I got news for you I've got news for you I got news
My lady-friend loves to question me about my life and my immaturity she wants to know if there will ever be security I'm like "sure there will baby, you'll leave me certainly" relationships are nothing but a headache 'cause when you're not getting head yes it's a headache could you please make love to me, for my bed's sake help take away the loneliness a bed feels when you're awake give me reason help my breathin' and my sleepin' free my semen see me as a he-man not a demon don't be gone or leavin' as the sun is beamin' baby you're the only easin' that I get so let me sweat and sex you 'till I hear you screamin' Kip you'll never get a scream so stop with your foolish wet dreams she says "you're not worthy of a girl's affection" so try to find a boyfriend in the classified section
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The industry talks behind my back and the backpacker rappers thing I'm wack I can't find a DJ to spit my wax 'cause I speak like this when I rap but I'm black when I rap hey shorty, it's my birthday, you don't care, but it's my birthday I got (????) caps, crack pipes, guns, funs, thug life, bling bling, money ain't a thing, it's my birthday! Let me sing my song you sing along I'm right or wrong I ride up in a tighter rappers sippin' drinks and hittin' bongs I'ma, get it on, get if before it is gone let it meditate or innovate better be good for goodness sake I quit rap to sing the blues 'cause I'm tired of gettin' taken out by crews if you believe anything in this song to be true then motherfucker I got news for you
I've got news for you I got news for you I've got news for you I got news for you I've got news for you I got news for you I've got news for you I got newsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
