Lyrics Lie
I need to take some time off, focus on my brand
Learn to love myself for who I am
Find my destiny written in sand
And let it all go to my head
See I feel my slit get wrist tight
Written on my mitten
Feeling angry go, go night, night
Me go feed the pigeons
Well, some of you guys asked about
How I fit this in my mouth
Well, there's a link below my pout
Entrepreneurs rule
Yeah
It was real, real nice to meet you
Hope you learned what I had to teach you
Got my chips stacked up to beat you, beat you
If the world doesn't defeat you
If the mob doesn't delete you
Nobody even really needs you anyway
Remember when we felt alive?
No, I don't think so
Remember when we almost died?
That never happened
Remember when you tried to kiss her
But she was gay and liked your sister?
I don't remember at all, I guess sometimes lyrics lie
Read some Plato, Faulkner, read some Rand
Photos on Mount Fuji in Japan
Went to Paris, Rome, and Kyrgyzstan
And let it all go to my head
Now I'm all cultured and educated
Quite qualified to be the one that made it
I got what it takes to inspire you
Some of you guys asked about
How I fit this in my mouth
There's a link below my pout
Entrepreneurs rule
Yeah
It was real, real nice to meet you
Hope you learned what I had to teach you
Got my chips stacked up to beat you, beat you
If the world doesn't defeat you
If the mob doesn't delete you
Nobody even really needs you anyway
Remember when we felt alive?
No, I don't think so
Remember when we almost died?
That never happened
Remember when you tried to kiss her
But she was gay and liked your sister?
I don't remember at all, I guess sometimes lyrics lie
Sorry didn't mean to flex (to flex)
Just sit back down and learn from the best (from the best)
I was born with a silver spoon
Feeding me my pure fortitude
Confidence and stamina
I'm focused like a camera (ah, ah, ah)
I'm a goddamn animal (hurry up, ah, ah, ah)
Everything comes natural
It was real, real nice to meet you
Hope you learned what I had to teach you
Got my chips stacked up to beat you, beat you
If the world doesn't defeat you
If the mob doesn't delete you
Nobody even really needs you anyway
Learn to love myself for who I am
Find my destiny written in sand
And let it all go to my head
See I feel my slit get wrist tight
Written on my mitten
Feeling angry go, go night, night
Me go feed the pigeons
Well, some of you guys asked about
How I fit this in my mouth
Well, there's a link below my pout
Entrepreneurs rule
Yeah
It was real, real nice to meet you
Hope you learned what I had to teach you
Got my chips stacked up to beat you, beat you
If the world doesn't defeat you
If the mob doesn't delete you
Nobody even really needs you anyway
Remember when we felt alive?
No, I don't think so
Remember when we almost died?
That never happened
Remember when you tried to kiss her
But she was gay and liked your sister?
I don't remember at all, I guess sometimes lyrics lie
Read some Plato, Faulkner, read some Rand
Photos on Mount Fuji in Japan
Went to Paris, Rome, and Kyrgyzstan
And let it all go to my head
Now I'm all cultured and educated
Quite qualified to be the one that made it
I got what it takes to inspire you
Some of you guys asked about
How I fit this in my mouth
There's a link below my pout
Entrepreneurs rule
Yeah
It was real, real nice to meet you
Hope you learned what I had to teach you
Got my chips stacked up to beat you, beat you
If the world doesn't defeat you
If the mob doesn't delete you
Nobody even really needs you anyway
Remember when we felt alive?
No, I don't think so
Remember when we almost died?
That never happened
Remember when you tried to kiss her
But she was gay and liked your sister?
I don't remember at all, I guess sometimes lyrics lie
Sorry didn't mean to flex (to flex)
Just sit back down and learn from the best (from the best)
I was born with a silver spoon
Feeding me my pure fortitude
Confidence and stamina
I'm focused like a camera (ah, ah, ah)
I'm a goddamn animal (hurry up, ah, ah, ah)
Everything comes natural
It was real, real nice to meet you
Hope you learned what I had to teach you
Got my chips stacked up to beat you, beat you
If the world doesn't defeat you
If the mob doesn't delete you
Nobody even really needs you anyway
Credits
Writer(s): Matthew James Mingus, William Swan, Jonathan David Mess, Timothy Thomas Feerick, Tilian Pearson
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