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Cee lo Green: Chorus
Verse I:
It was all a dream
My backpack was L.L. Bean
I didn’t think rap would mean tremendous cream
Then I wrote a song with no gun or pimpin
And I got away with a hit, O.J. Simpson
Paid off, my rhymes now I can cop an accura
Everything I’ve written Isn’t bitten like it’s Dracula
It’s accurate, I don’t want to fall like Niagara
So im going harder than some grandpas on viagra
Leisure isn’t my procedure neither is a visa
And my ego’s never diesel though I’m evil at the easel
And im equal to my peoples though I’m local with my vocals
Breaking up the dojo like Yoko broke up the Beatles
Somebody pinch me, this can’t be life
I spark the weed like it’s candle light
My life’s like a virgin, god damn it’s tight
I’m alright for the night if you dont like me I’m a say
Chorus
Verse II:
I was broke in 2009
I had astounding rhymes for your pals in line
I want to blaze and freestyle, that sounds devine
I’m up in York county Maine you are bound to find
Spose’ big ass nose, not arousing dimes
I’ve been to Bangor about a thousand times
I think all your songs sound asinine
Is this the rap scene i’m supposed to galvanize?
I’ve never done that yet I’m down to try
My off the top shit left crowds surprised
And to the big drug dealer with a pound of vipe
I got an eighth of the merch from my towns supply
Most rap careers here get floundered down drains
Not found around fame
Renowned around Maine
But me, I’m the show stealing, concert burglar
Make your head bob like it’s discount furniture
Chorus
Verse III:
Girl, you can find me sleeping at my mothers
Coming home blazed, get glutinous on the cupboard
Sneak into my room with female, rubber
How things changed, the same place I first jerked under covers
How pleasant things ain’t when the debt collectors got my cell number
Hunger for a million summer got me calling out of work
Otherwise I’m cooking wipe my forehead with my shirt
My mother never made supper, alex what is dessert
But what bird confronted on a free birch to perch
Learned to live life and adult hood lurks
And thats mediocrady knocking
Because I’m hardly 2Pac and i do too much talking
He’s rocking mics his haters are mocking him
They say he burns trees like he hates oxygen
Dag nabbit despite my bad habits
You can find me next to spoon in your ipod gadget
I still got a bad taste in my pallet
I wonder ife, are you gonna go my way like Lenny Kravitz
What a tangled web i weave
Spitting lies in the eyes of those i deceive
But look it here, at last an MC so rare
With the truth in his face like emo hair
That campground my mom played pokino there
Just to afford groceries to Spose listen closely
My rhymes, my pen, my mom, my dad
Wonder is Maine land would take me back
My town, my peeps, my pabst, my weed
Wonder what it’d take to get..
You know what I’m doing with my life
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