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• Artiste: Bleubird
• Titre: Cry Baby Crunk
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Audio Sample: And I am here today in the hopes of lifting the spirits of America, because I understand Americans are very fond of song and dance So, Florida's only gold teeth and tennis shoes Run from the free world in terror (?) You can act like a Muppet if you dress like a man I'm a freelance puppet with a one-way ticket And I'll ride the greyhound until it breaks me I'm a juvenile model of my future self If you live for tomorrow then you dying today And if you can come back around then you can find another way So this is my album, why'd you buy it If you're a friend of mine then you're sick of my mouth Because I'm from down south you're expecting the bounce And if he's gonna come with it then it better be wicked Sometimes I'm funny but it can get annoying Kiss me goodnight before I push you away So this is for the girls that brush their teeth in the shower Eat meat but love animals believe in the power of Dishwashers are construction workers From the springs in the bed to the circuit jerkers I miss my spider I don't know who's got her but someone could have taken her instead of two more So leave me a message when you ride your replacement I'm done talking about my jaded past From animosity to sexual tension to thunderstorm to flatline And its about time I get moving on I'm freewheeling with a lonely heart I don't make excuses 'cause they're make believe I'm a barrel of fun rolling down the hill I shoulda seen me in my prime I was such a prick That person I used to be makes me sick So I'm throwing it all away welcome to the crybaby crunk welcome to the crybaby crunk crunk crunk unk unk (don't drink that wine) Hey there mister cooperate you think you're slick You've invaded our music and now she's sick But if she happens to die, because of your drugs I'm putting in your culo a .38 slug She swallowed it. Yeah! If you want me come get me How the fuck you think you can take me I got my crew / Here I go Here I go / Bounce bounce bounce bounce Yeah, “I'm so bitter” but I can still get live We can get belligerent and drink saint ive's You can throw your bows and still act like you care I'll probably never be a millionaire Don't own a shotgun and I don't want one (?) My mind's still shaking from the I ME bass (?) You can pop the trunk But you will never be the poison clan Cowards in costumes get sprayed and paid I hate yours, yours hate me “Straight Out the Jungle” was my first CD From the Jimbrowski to the backstreet boys From The Native Tongue to All Creative Toys Floridian raised with the New York mind state Hip hop has never affected my crime rate Child of the eighties I was still a baby Listening to music people thought was crazy My parents never tried to censor me Even when I got “As Nasty As They Want 2 Be” It all became a part of me Integrated with teenage angst, The Anarchist's Cookbook and childish pranks Raised in the runup of older brothers Thank god he never knew frat life Skateboards and Liquid Swords Ganster Rap and Helmet I'm a melting pot of what used to be hot When blinded by the present Keep it close to your heart and keep it gritty