What's up, baby, callin', what's happenin'? I just got this yo -butt -button,
yo, big as I was gettin' cool, but it's blah
Oh man, this album sucks, it ain't cool
Not
Robert
Duncan,
BJ's,
TJ's, it ain't his
Come on, man, chill, chill
Jump to the rest of the album
Come on, man, if you don't like it,
we're done
Butter up, butterin' the gut
You don't smell like no buttercup
Keep blowin' my gum,
cause I'm gonna come
I ain't gonna shoot and run
If you wan na know what's
behind the show
You're not gonna find out, no
What's a thousand shades of grey
A beauty only seen by day
Standing here, it's how you trade
Don't miss, man, don't interfere
To the pineapple of our own existence
We satisfy, burn it by our own experience
Night or day, I got a place to stay
A penicill to get well, so go to hell
I'm right up and a quick slide down,
an express way to the higher ground.
Nobody is perfect at this I'm sure,
I looked into the mirror and I saw the floor.
Yo, bud, bud, yo, this was kinda cool,
it's kinda fly.
Yo, butter up, and sucker up.
I'm kinda high, I touch sky,
I wonder why.
To the pineapple of our own existence,
we satisfy and gratify our own experience.
Night or day, I got a place to stay,
a padded cell, to get well, so go to hell.
I'm right up and a quick slide down,
an expressway to the higher ground, nobody is perfect, this
I'm sure.
I looked into the mirror and I saw the floor.
Yo, my buddy, yo,
Venezuela's kinda cool.
It's kinda fly.
Yo, butter up and sucker up.
I'm kinda high.
I touch sky.
I wonder why.
Go to hell.
you