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You're A Winner Baby
00:43
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2. |
Like Me
02:31
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Given name Patty, last name Hearst
Calls me petty, calls me the worst
If she hates me, well, then she ain’t the first
‘Cause I’m living in a city where the system doesn’t work
She said pain builds character, keeps the brain fed
What kinda character development goes messing with my head
What’s character development if I’m already dead
Sat Patty down and this is what I said:
What you call resilience, I call Stockholm
What you call obedience, I call panopticon
What you call experience, I call exploitation
What you call promises—never mind, fuck ‘em
What’s wrong with a little accountability?
It’s better than pick me pick me pick me
Where all you get is fake civility
In return for your complacency
You ain’t grown up right if you ain’t bullied like me
You ain’t living right if you ain’t struggling like me
You ain’t grown up right if you ain’t fucked up like me
You ain’t living right if you ain’t dying like me
Well, the chorus may be over but I’m just getting started
Shut the fuck up, let me speak, enough with your talk shit
You say don’t bite the hand that feeds but if that hand feeds you dogshit
From the bottom of their boot then that hand better watch it
I’m feral from all the years of criminal neglect
From the so-called public servants that we quote-unquote elect
Giving us crumbs while they eat a la Marie Antoinette
I don't want no cake, I just need to guillotine your neck
I’m thowwy, did baby want a thank you?
‘Cauthe the baby did hith job, I’m thuppothed to be gwateful?
I’d rather bite the curb before I lick an asshole’s boot
Rather be a headless chicken than a fuckass stool
Pigeon made flightless, weighed down with brasses
Scratch one and you’ll find a bleeding fascist
Don’t forget who the real bosses is
On your knees, kiss our asses
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3. |
Sticky Fingers
02:54
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One hand on the wheel, one hand on the stick, my eyes on the rear (yalla yalla)
Shiny and chrome line my pockets like I’m riding (to Valhalla)
Clearing out the register — dollar (kaching!)
Now you see it, now you don’t (bada bing!)
Cool, calm, collected, I’m cold-blooded like Donatello (cowabunga!)
Misdirectin’ left and right, like my name was David Blaine
Call me Meryl fucking Streep the way I act like a saint,
Singin’, “Mamma Mia, here I go again,”
I don’t do it for the money, just the adrenaline
No ulterior motive, I’m not sticking it to the man,
All I know’s the devil’s making work of these idle hands
I'll steal, pilfer, plunder, loot, and take whatever I can
All you suits and your cameras can’t make me stay wherever I am
I’m John Cena, you can’t see me on your teeny CCTVs
I’m a winner, and I’m filled with tricks and freebies up my sleevies
Eeny meeny miney moesies catch a tiger by the toe
But you can’t catch King Midas with the touch of gold
New car, caviar, four-star daydream, think I’ll buy me a football team
I’ll charm your socks off then I’ll take it
Fake it ’til I make it ’til my hands no longer shakin’
When you’re giving me the third degree like Kevin Bacon,
Giving me the third degree like Kevin Bacon,
I'm aching, I want some cheesecake and
I want some dead president
Roxas, Osmeña, Quezon, and
Three Philippine patriots and
I'll go big, I'll go home,
LV, Gucci, Jo Malone,
Lock that till, drop that phone,
Do you want trouble? (No, I don't)
But I can’t help it, I’m like a magnet
If it fits in my hand then I’m gonna snag it
Just like a habit, I gotta have it
Up my jacket like Inspector Gadget
Dammit, silly rabbit, this Trix's for grown ups
Cereal behavior, why I gotta fill my bowl up
Sticky fingers sweet and glazed like donuts
So hold on to your fruit, 'cause I'm about to come roll up
To the front, across the floor, I want it all and I want more,
Holding on to my golden ticket like a kid in a candy store,
Bad egg like Veruca Salt, Fiona Rotten-to-the-Core,
Career criminal when I walk out that Glassdoor
But if you ask for a rise, it's no surprise that they're giving none away
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Scandal Jenner Philippines
Is a solo artist based somewhere in (a) country. Their debut record, Best in Class, follows in the wake of their non-musical
exploits, which include strangling a polar bear with their bare hands (it was self-defense) and possible acts of aggressive shoplifting.
According to prophecy (i.e. Quiapo), they're the reincarnation of famed milk salesman, Max Stirner (Stirn/er pronouns please) and
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