fredag, november 25, 2011

i would've put tints on my windows














and tyler, i may steal what you write, so sure, go ahead, keep me in sight
i'm not scared of you, i stopped that a long time ago
stopped being a coward, stopped caring what you'd all take me for
for critics writing reports, but no, i'm still not stabbin' anybody with a pitchfork

i'm not gonna take a crack on those guys, but sure, haters gon hate
i just think this shit's getting kinda mainstream as of late

my words may come out right, but i'm still the same old guy
if i care for you i'll show it, if i like you you'll know it
but if i don't, i'll probably ask you to shut your mouth
and i'll definitely not ask you what you're thinking about, or what you like
and i don't care if you mind, 'cause that's kinda where i'm at right now

so maybe i'm not still the same,
i'm kinda pretentious, is that such a shame?
that i've stopped pretending, that i now'll tell you you're lame
i might hurt your feelings, but i'm still keeping it true,
i would, without a doubt, fuck your gf in front of you

start a big bang theory, me, your sister and your wife to be,
leave them cryin' for more, that stuff has never bothered me
why would i cockblock myself, i'd love to leave it out for everyone to see

for everyone to grab, just say the word and i'll stab,
you in whichever of your holes, where you at, miami, spanish sahara,
india, i don't mind praying to the foals

to be honest, i'd say that my patience's wearing thin
all these bitches got em sayin' oh please let us in
why would i let them in, i don't care for them,
not mad for them, can't stand to see them scrambling the tin

as in reality i think i'll never meet your mother
8 more years, you should probably forget about a brother
forget about yourself, you're nothing more than a thought on the calender
just a splash on the bedpost, just a stain from the adder

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