Correction Paroles Lame (#Muddy Mac) par Sybyr

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Gooch
*f**k Me*
Yeah Gooch
*I'm serious, f**k Me*
Yeah, Gooch
*Hoo Haa*
Yeah, I'm done, I tried

I'm so lame
Weird ass f**k
Got no shame
Making money, making Beats
And I can't even still your girl
What's the word?
Jacking off until I sleep
Waking up, hard as f**k
Make a beat, cut myself, that's wassup!
Reflection says that I'm ugly
My narcissism is muddy
My people don't even want me
My d**k is crying for mercy
And If I wasn't livid
My music would make a killin'
And villains would wanna f**k with me, Uh
I'm a beast
What I make you can't repeat
Grab a sheet of paper take a couple notes and I'll see yourself
Tommorow
I'm done, go home in a bit like sh*t
Let me get a couple of lyrics then I'm out like this
Likeness, fine with a knife, take a life, p*ss in your front lawn
Like morning, my n***a
You good, what's wrong with you my n***a?
I keep on climbing then I have no grip
Punch you in the face while I'm down so swift
Making those beats like soup
Poopin it poopin it now I'm relieved
Takin' a pill and I'm back on it G
What you believe?
I'm not a free?
I'll kill myself and that's how it's gonna be
f**ka

Weird Motherf**ker I'm a lame-ass n***a
Lame super lame I'm a lame-ass n***a
Weird Motherf**ker I'm a lame-ass n***a
Lame super lame I'm a lame-ass n***a
Weird Motherf**ker I'm a lame-ass n***a
Lame super lame I'm a lame-ass n***a
Weird Motherf**ker I'm a lame-ass n***a
Lame super lame I'm a lame-ass n***a

Weird god for life
I just use the pen as my knife
Cuttin' away from all of these lames
Too much time to take to in my brain
Burn that paper down to my ballsack
Get curved harder than throwbacks
And If that sh*t not sad enough
Then eat your greens get [?]
Keep running and running away
We the lame motherf**kers now on stage
Rippin this show when I have a good day
Get played, goodbye be safe
Making pure potential in every bar
This one is stupid like baby cupid
Shoot this sh*t now we turning ruthless
Turn this b*t*h out like this sh*t was Rubix
Quitting everything like Charlie Sheen
Getting mean ass looks cause I like to creep
Cut sleeves, no shorts, I don't like my lane
To [?], slang and bang and I'm ok
Wake up from a dream on sexy sh*t
Ridiculous, can I write a real quick?
It is me, that weird-ass prick
Weird clan lame n***a I do this sh*t
Bang [?] squad, juggin' sh*t
Let me get another hit, of that bad sh*t
Let my mind going blank, period
No stream of substance
Loss in a world, of rapid abundance
I am redundant
But I like her presence
We just met, no need for presents
Jiggy with a n***y n***a from another city
Still pretty, but just know that I'm a

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