Correction Lyrics I REALLY BE S* C*S by Elton John

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Yeah
What?
Yeah I got that real money
It ain't funny how much money
It's some real money
Yeah
Yo b*t*h lookin' at me funny
Probably because she ain't really used to this money
I'm a boss, I'm a player
Real f**kin' money maker
Yo b*t*h know my name is, uhm-
I don't know man, you know what I'm saying?
Ayy, yeah
Imma let my boy Jon take over

She packed my bags last night, pre-flight (Gat gat gat gat gat gat gat gat)
Zero hour: 9:00 a.m (Hey, whoa)
And I'm gonna be high as a kite by then
High as a kite by then (Yeah, tell 'em punk, yeah, uh)
I miss the Earth so much, I miss my wife (I miss my wife, b*t*h)
It's lonely out in space (In space, b*t*h, yeah yeah yeah)
Who the f**k you think you're f**kin' with
I'm the f**kin' boss
I shoot your son, I shoot your boss
And tell your b*t*h "get lost" (On such a timeless flight)
I got the sauce like I'm Lil Squeaky
Yo b*t*h fly to Tahiki just to f**kin' meet me
She wanted to meet me, wanna eat me like a f**kin' sandwich
And I think it's gonna be a long, long time
'Til touchdown brings me 'round again to find
I'm not the man they think I am at home
Ay, yo b*t*h, she mad because I'm doing damage
Yeah yeah yeah yeah, you know that I'm rich as I b*t*h
And I'm rough on your b*t*h and I don't give a sh*t
And I'm smoking the-
Okay, ayy

I'm a rocket man (I'm a rocket man, gang)
Rocket man (Gang gang, I'll tell you, yeah)
Burning out his fuse up here alone
f**k you think I'm f**kin' with?
I'm the f**kin' boss, yeah, yeah
Flying out to see me, yeah (And I think it's gonna be a long, long time)
She need me
She's so goddamn needy ('Til touchdown brings me 'round again to find)
I'm so goddamn greedy
I can't just have one b*t*h (I'm not the man they think I am at home)
I gotta have 'em all (Oh no, no, no)
Like I'm playing Pokémon, yeah they want my balls
I'm a rocket man (Ay ay, ay ay )
Rocket man (Write that down motherf**ker)
Burning out his fuse up here alone (Yeah)
It's true, it's true
It's facts, it's facts
I'm playin' Home Access, b*t*h
You better relax, 'cause, hey

Mars ain't the kind of place to raise your kids (Damn, damn, damn hey)
In fact, it's cold as hell (It's cold as hell, like my motherf**kin' heart and soul)
And there's no one there to raise them if you did (No one, damn)
True

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