Maybe then he wouldn't make songs about stupid teenage shit.
And mansions on the fault line of a shaky market
The proverbial lemonade that i made
Entrée, parlay. turn her heart into heartache.
These i ideas that i speak in my own songs
They say the money talks and bullshit walks
Organized crime, i kill your boss
Of mice and men and friendly fans of songs
Songs all about bitches tits.
Two whips, six tattoos, no kids
Talking about the god you serve
And getting songs signed by minors
It appears in your unwitty songs
That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss
It ain't gon' be no back and forth
Right from wrongs, sing along to songs,
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
You looking for tools to write and share lyrics online?
You're in luck! Get started using RapPad >