Your Fan
I'm your fan
To dry you like the sand
Chinese noodle on your head
Beef jerky like your legs
Only ashes at the end
I'm your fan
To dry you like the sand
Chinese noodle on your head
Beef jerky like your legs
Only ashes at the end
What i'm about to say
Is a little thing that doesn't matter
Some people want to pray
Or just read a simple letter
Things matter
Or you think it matters
You only need to listen
We will just care about it later
Be a punk
Feel the funk
Don't be picky
It's not tricky
I'm your fan (I'm your fan)
To dry you like the sand
Chinese noodle on your head
Beef jerky like your legs
Only ashes at the end
I'm your fan (I'm your fan)
To dry you like the sand
Chinese noodle on your head
Beef jerky like your legs
Only ashes at the end
All my life I was asking what's the point
At this point all I see is only rain
A glass filled up, a glass filled up with pain
That prevents me to light my joint
But now I know
Life is more than this flow
We are about to blow
You up, we're about blow you up
Be a punk
Feel the funk
Don't be picky
It's not tricky
I'm your fan (I'm your fan)
To dry you like the sand
Chinese noodle on your head
Beef jerky like your legs
Only ashes at the end
I'm your fan (I'm your fan)
To dry you like the sand
Chinese noodle on your head
Beef jerky like your legs
Only ashes at the end
To dry you like the sand
Chinese noodle on your head
Beef jerky like your legs
Only ashes at the end
I'm your fan
To dry you like the sand
Chinese noodle on your head
Beef jerky like your legs
Only ashes at the end
What i'm about to say
Is a little thing that doesn't matter
Some people want to pray
Or just read a simple letter
Things matter
Or you think it matters
You only need to listen
We will just care about it later
Be a punk
Feel the funk
Don't be picky
It's not tricky
I'm your fan (I'm your fan)
To dry you like the sand
Chinese noodle on your head
Beef jerky like your legs
Only ashes at the end
I'm your fan (I'm your fan)
To dry you like the sand
Chinese noodle on your head
Beef jerky like your legs
Only ashes at the end
All my life I was asking what's the point
At this point all I see is only rain
A glass filled up, a glass filled up with pain
That prevents me to light my joint
But now I know
Life is more than this flow
We are about to blow
You up, we're about blow you up
Be a punk
Feel the funk
Don't be picky
It's not tricky
I'm your fan (I'm your fan)
To dry you like the sand
Chinese noodle on your head
Beef jerky like your legs
Only ashes at the end
I'm your fan (I'm your fan)
To dry you like the sand
Chinese noodle on your head
Beef jerky like your legs
Only ashes at the end
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Writer(s): Access Crew
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