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• Artiste: Palmer Squares (The)
• Titre: Leeches
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I wrote this song when I was out of ideas A lobotomized fetus seeking dollar signs Frequently [?] speeches, the bottom line reads: To each his own, so you leeches need to hop off mine Top all time, make a list and rank me in the lead Quite frankly, my name should be innately at the peak I'm the flavor of the week twelve months in a row So provocative, yo I could sell a hug to a ho Now what do you know, maybe she could sell me one back We ain't never gon' lack when it comes to the flow No money, I'm broke trying to fill my wallet with a band of bills Battling for balance like I'm walking on banana peels A fusty fuddy-duddy futsing around The rap god hands-on with an untouchable sound Renowned throughout the country puffing on the skunkiest loud Stuck in a cloud, kiss the sky before I plunge to the ground An artsy fartsy martian, arsy barsy arsonist Playing varsity first string, I scar for stardom Barging in the room, kicking in the door Barking at the moon like it was still hip in '84 The invigorated vigilante in a fit of rage Invigilator visionary with the written page So disengaged bitch, Nate Kiz made this bass kick You makeshift fakers ain't shit, hey! Give me every father and morsel, get up out of your [?] Never mind if it's normal, never mind if it's morbidly sound Turn it down, yo I'm trying to sleep The sheep you counting, I'm counting on the lions to eat Shit, I ain't dancin' on Ellen, I ain't asking, I'm telling Giant mallet like Galaga, I be smashing your melon Got a plug for the socket, got a couple of options Got 'em jumping in mosh pits, got 'em running for office (Fuck it) I gave my best (fuck it) now take a rest (Fuck it) You mega lucky like what could I say, I'm blessed Sun, the moon, and the sky, the sudden move with the side Becoming computerized, nobody unsupervised I be likely to falter, I be whiter than Walter I be flyer than saucers, not a writer, an author Hoping they hear the noise, you know we came to annoy Came to play with our toys, came to skate and destroy Aim to live an unapologetic life, fuck it, I'm pathetic Yeah, I does it, but I doesn't want the credit What a sleezball, sit by in the basement Get higher than spaceships just to freefall Hip-hop hurray, ho, get out my way yo, this not my day Whoa, rock and roll not optional When I drop dead, you better not stop the show Hit it up!