Nevermind Pt. 2
Boom, boom, boom, boom
It's all about the paper where the fakers pumping diesel at
All about my maker, I'm a painter where my easel at
Santa 'bout who's nice and 'bout who's naughty
I'm a guardian regardless of how people act
Attention while I check under the hood
True expression is more important than being understood
Losing is abusing marijuana
You're the one dude, but one false move and you're a goner
Social loner flesh and bone paragon
Bringing in the new year with the twilight zone marathon
Now I'm home so now I'm whole but right and wrong be off and on for awful long I was a vagabond
Get out of your own way Angel, okay Angel
But I was only there 'til you was ready to pass
I been up for every hour tempting you to be a coward so that you could find the power now I'm ready to crash
No doubt
My home is not a city, it's a a state 'cause it's a state of grace
That's how come I stay in my creative space
When I started zoomin', I was fuming, I was bound to make a few mistakes
You know what they say about assuming, and the human race
Broken mirrors on the clearance shelf
Interference, there's nothing to fear except for fear itself
I swear sometimes I wonder if you're hearing well
Things are getting pretty hairy why's nobody smearing gel?
Ever since I had a speak and spell
I had the feeling I was an eternal shrouded in a Puerto Rican shell
You could tell it by the sazon on the chicken in the kitchen smell
Hit the corner store to drop a quarter in the wishing well
Chipmunks not the strippers that was chip 'n' dale
Cut the whining, Pinot Grigio, White Zinfandel
Kill the racket, you're alive
It's almost as bad as taking off your jacket while you drive
To whom it may concern the turning of the tide's
The only type that I have ever tried
Yo, I ain't never lied
Since I stopped lying, it's a triumph 'cause before I used to do it all the time
I was born and bred to leave no red left on the watermelon rind
But you're welcome to a piece if you should be so well inclined
I's the type to never eat when I was fed a line
That's since back when Brittany dated Kevin Federline
So if it's not a 10 or 9
Nevermind
It's all about the paper where the fakers pumping diesel at
All about my maker, I'm a painter where my easel at
Santa 'bout who's nice and 'bout who's naughty
I'm a guardian regardless of how people act
Attention while I check under the hood
True expression is more important than being understood
Losing is abusing marijuana
You're the one dude, but one false move and you're a goner
Social loner flesh and bone paragon
Bringing in the new year with the twilight zone marathon
Now I'm home so now I'm whole but right and wrong be off and on for awful long I was a vagabond
Get out of your own way Angel, okay Angel
But I was only there 'til you was ready to pass
I been up for every hour tempting you to be a coward so that you could find the power now I'm ready to crash
No doubt
My home is not a city, it's a a state 'cause it's a state of grace
That's how come I stay in my creative space
When I started zoomin', I was fuming, I was bound to make a few mistakes
You know what they say about assuming, and the human race
Broken mirrors on the clearance shelf
Interference, there's nothing to fear except for fear itself
I swear sometimes I wonder if you're hearing well
Things are getting pretty hairy why's nobody smearing gel?
Ever since I had a speak and spell
I had the feeling I was an eternal shrouded in a Puerto Rican shell
You could tell it by the sazon on the chicken in the kitchen smell
Hit the corner store to drop a quarter in the wishing well
Chipmunks not the strippers that was chip 'n' dale
Cut the whining, Pinot Grigio, White Zinfandel
Kill the racket, you're alive
It's almost as bad as taking off your jacket while you drive
To whom it may concern the turning of the tide's
The only type that I have ever tried
Yo, I ain't never lied
Since I stopped lying, it's a triumph 'cause before I used to do it all the time
I was born and bred to leave no red left on the watermelon rind
But you're welcome to a piece if you should be so well inclined
I's the type to never eat when I was fed a line
That's since back when Brittany dated Kevin Federline
So if it's not a 10 or 9
Nevermind
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Writer(s): El Richard Moringlane, Angel Del Villar
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