God Bless the bed I was born on
put that porn on
drool on it like a moron
I was up in Forest Lawn for a morning jog
see I been waking up the dead
since the break of dawn
made a song with no Frigid on it?
you made it wrong
Im a ringer b
working my pen until my fingers bleed
who else you know improve so consistently
consider me
faded at the pinnacle
you never made it
so you jaded and your cynical
we aint related and that hatings lookin pitiful
i stopped delaying and embraced that I'm original
i escaped Scott Free, Mr Miracle
and I dont need much to write
just some henny and space
i keep my queens rotating
Henry the eighth
allegedly the bass blew off your face
soon as i stepped on the stage
do me a fave
knock the roof off this place