, I want to be with you And you don't know how I feel About you Because, I'm scared too Too scared to talk to you Afraid that you might Reject me....so Everyday
Rock star lifestyle might don't make it Living life high, everyday clique wasted Sipping on purple stuff, rolling up stanky Wake up in the morning, 10
I'll bet you trip hard Oh, he's got it goin' on} {Don't you know that I'll need your very hand? Yeah Everyday Yeah, yeah Everyday Everyday I say, oh
da da da Da da da da, da da da da, da da da da Da da da da, da da da da, da da da da Okay, here we go, original, liquor sto' flow Ghetto non-mellow pissy drunk alkapella yo' Average, everyday
days Doused in emesis, for five years he would train Caligula Heir to the throne, excessive sexual traits Unleashing torpid emissions, into his servants everyday
Angus From the gutter to the gallows no media coverage 'Cause I don't want it, that's why I'm rarely seen in public If I were you I wouldn't waste time
don't wasted, mix up, grandma drunk it Then taste it, now grandma sipping syrup Leaning wasted walking 'round fuck up Twisting her finga home gurl Slipped up drunk
I'll bet you trip hard. Acid. Oh, he's got it goin' on. Don't you go near ya hand... Yeah. Everyday. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Everyday I say, oh please don't
: [Verse 1] Promoe! (Who?) The number one public enemy With split personality Yeah, and both rap for anarchy Keepin my beard long like pops in the '70
cameo verse, Cause, ain't I said enough shit? Instead I'd rather stuff this, roster the fuck up with Lots of assumptions and roughly half of the rapping public
Pink don't wasted, mix up, grandma drunk it Then taste it, now grandma sipping syrup Leaning wasted walking 'round fuck up Twisting her finga home gurl Slipped up drunk
up in the spearmint rhinos [group laughter] You like that? A like da da-da [Chorus x1.5] [E-Swift] Okay, here we go, original, liquor sto' flow Ghetto non-mellow pissy drunk alkapella yo' average, everyday
[Verse 1] Promoe! (Who?) The number one public enemy With split personality Yeah, and both rap for anarchy Keepin my beard long like pops in the '70s
Pal, is my ride Why you talkin' about the Mack I'm runnin' all who dis to the side I see us jumpin' and dumpin' you punks in the trunk motherfuckers I'm drunk