Local Legend

He was a local legend in the crevice
Of his ass
It's up his ass
He was a local legend in the crevice
Of his ass
It's up his ass
It's up his ass
Who is he

Gimme the gigs I want some
Everyone go to my home pub
Don't fold the dishes tonight
Get fuckin' wasted and drive
Come see me for the tenth time
In a radius of five
Miles cus it's a short drive
What am I not your style

What is wrong with the world
What is wrong with the world
What is wrong with the world
What is wrong with the world
What is wrong with the world

He was a local legend in the crevice
Of his ass
It's up his ass
He was a local legend in the crevice
Of his ass
It's up his ass
It's up his ass
Who is he

Gimme the artists I want some
But only if I'm on the
Concert flyer eighteen times
Cus then the concert is mine
Scarcity ain't a part of
My omnipresent method
At least you will remember
What am I not your style

It ain't easy living this
But it's work and sink or swim
No one cares if you fail
It takes more than potential

What is wrong with the world
What is wrong with the world
What is wrong with the world
What is wrong with the world
What is wrong with the world



Credits
Writer(s): Chris Fantasia
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