Bye, Bye, Bye!
I wanna court the devil's daughter I'm
Feeling fine n frisky
At the pub were doing lines, n drinking Wine n whiskey
Beelzebub is yelling that his girl can not be With me
She had on lipstick should I tell him where She sucked and kissed me?
Satan is a failure, he lost his wings and Fades from space
Lately I've been thinking I'm the only one
To take his place
I'm a tour de force of course just like Ace Of Base
My gorgeous ass and face will never be My saving grace
Laid to waste my life was nothing Scratching at the surface
Once I'm dead you'll find out then
I was rapping for a purpose
Anything else I do would be an actual Disservice
But it ain't no lie...
Just let me hit the blunt
I know you hate the C word cunt
So give me one good reason baby c'mon
Bumping tons of Ativan my mental health Is outta hand
I try stay to connected but too poor to pay My data plan
I should pump the brakes, but only if They're Callahan's
I wish I had a Genie, or 2, inside of my Aladdin lamp
I'd set em free, woe is me
You're judging without knowing me
I'm not paying what you're sellin fella
Helen Keller sees the bonus fee
I don't have no motives C or an operandi Modus B
Feeling fine n frisky
At the pub were doing lines, n drinking Wine n whiskey
Beelzebub is yelling that his girl can not be With me
She had on lipstick should I tell him where She sucked and kissed me?
Satan is a failure, he lost his wings and Fades from space
Lately I've been thinking I'm the only one
To take his place
I'm a tour de force of course just like Ace Of Base
My gorgeous ass and face will never be My saving grace
Laid to waste my life was nothing Scratching at the surface
Once I'm dead you'll find out then
I was rapping for a purpose
Anything else I do would be an actual Disservice
But it ain't no lie...
Just let me hit the blunt
I know you hate the C word cunt
So give me one good reason baby c'mon
Bumping tons of Ativan my mental health Is outta hand
I try stay to connected but too poor to pay My data plan
I should pump the brakes, but only if They're Callahan's
I wish I had a Genie, or 2, inside of my Aladdin lamp
I'd set em free, woe is me
You're judging without knowing me
I'm not paying what you're sellin fella
Helen Keller sees the bonus fee
I don't have no motives C or an operandi Modus B
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Writer(s): Paul Kurland
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