Uh, you swear your foot ain't on the gas, huh?
Who you foolin'? Still a backseat driver
Every time you get close, you can’t make your mind up
Gotta move away, run fast from that fake stuff
Bottle full of poison, make the writing go too tough
Sleepin' on your Nanny’s couch; City of Angels
They got devils in dresses, so pretty, make you question;
That Satan that you kissin'?
Fuck it! You’re trippin'!
Get a car for the weekend, get a room at The Days Inn
Let the days blur together, bet that line’ll wash away quick
Birds of a Feather; rockin' furs in the Winter
She gon' fly north for Summer, leave your ass for the next thing
Gave your last dollar to a heart that love attention
Hadda read that better; would’ve seen it in the fine print
Gotta take a loss, kiss your mamma with them lips
Make ammends with his right hand; ask him to forgive
It’s ‘bout truth & freedom. Good word, innit’?
Love Ignorant shit but feel that Sunday could redeem it?
Yeah, you in between that; Devil & a Deep Blue
No Nanny now, so stick to what you used to
If this bitch could do a few, carry two and sell a single
Crazy, knock ‘em back & still get picked up for the sequel?
Baby, piss into the wind probably still break equal
You'll probably win, that's what my best friend Shawna says
My manager and all the big record label heads
Said to make songs for they who can't write sentences
Said to keep it dumb because they just can't make sense of this
Misery don't love company, it loves ignorance
So get your mind gone, keep your mind blown
We don't need no knowledge, you just want another rap song
Get your mind gone, keep your mind blown
You don’t need no knowledge, you just want another rap song
You just want another rap song
You just want another rap song…