Faces

They've got the best equipment that money can buy

Hell, every team they're sending over here has their own personal masseuse

Not masseur, masseuse

But, it doesn't matter!

Do you know that every Mohawk competitor has electrocardiogram

Blood and urine tests, every 48 hours, to see if there's any change in his physical condition?

Do you know that they use the most sophisticated training methods from the Soviet Union

East and West Germany, and the newest Olympic power, Trinidad & Tobago?

But it doesn't matter! It just doesn't matter!

It just doesn't matter! I tell you, it just doesn't matter!

It just doesn't matter! It just doesn't matter!

It just doesn't matter! It just doesn't matter!

It just doesn't matter! It just doesn't matter!

Even if we win, if we win, ha! Even if we win!

Even if we play so far over our heads that our noses bleed for a week to ten days

Even if God in Heaven above comes down and points his hand at our side of the field

Even if every man, woman, and child held hands together and prayed for us to win

It just wouldn't matter!

Yeah, yeah

Um, um (um)

Jumping out the Camino, just left the gas station, smell like Hot Cheetos (Hot Cheetos)

Recording soft-core on her Tivo, ma, the meatloaf

Re-smoke, got a vegan bitch in the Peace Corp

All she ever do is ask me what I eat meat for

Hold up, pause, always over the quota

Boss, wake up in Polo, sleep in Lacoste

Travel across the world, but that didn't phase me

Couple people that I know that happen to play me

Once they start to realize that I'm actually crazy

Shit, I'm actually crazy

Um, and Q's phone gettin' blown up by Lyor Cohen, Christian Dior, nothing I'm owning

Go to Hawaii, fuck with Samoans, get faded and sleep in the oceans

Keep it in motion

I'm rolling, yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm rolling

Keep it in motion, I'm rolling, yeah

And your bitch wearing elbow pads, sell her pussy over Melrose Ave

I've been to hell and back trying to get attached to my better half

Never that, the smiles so gone, so bring the coke on

I'm higher than Vol tron, with a bunch of gold on

Caucasians still love me like my name was Michael Bolton

Hold on, do you fuckin' dirty like the soap gone

Froze on, it's bone chilling, colder than the Pope's secrets

Older than Capone's demons, coming from a place where there was no Jesus

Walking behemoth, I increase the Feces

'Cause shit real, fly into your windshield and get killed buggin' out, had it all, I'm nothing now

I just gave it away, fuck a label, Cain and Abel, put a name to a face

Uhm, yeah

I bust your speakers with some bullshit rap

I'm on drugs, all my new shit wack, remember that

I ain't shit but a fraud (but everyone I know ain't nothing to God)

But everyone I know ain't nothing to God

Just so Pittsburgh, man

So how's it feel? Can you tell me how it feel?

Now it's real, so can you tell me how you feel?

Can you tell me how it feel?

Can you tell me how it feel to come and hang around a motherfucker like me?

How it feel to come and hang around a motherfucker like me?

How's it feel?

So, can you tell me how's it feel?

Can you tell me how it feel to come and hang around a motherfucker like me?

How it feel to come and hang around a motherfucker like me? Yeah

Said, "Baby, what you doin' tonight?

We could watch the world get ruined tonight", livin' this life

Got you flexin', feelin' colder than ice, let it melt

As we follow all the stupid advice, and I don't usually like

To be this honest with ya, I must have lost the picture

Gimme a box of swishers, room full of obnoxious bitches

Why you lyin' to me? Just grab your ladies

That Mercedes all kinds of roomy, and when the times are gloomy

Hit me up, I can make you feel like that perfect girl you wish you was

Givin' you that feelin' like when Christmas come

I just take all of my problems, throw 'em in the blunt

Light 'em up and watch 'em float away, ayy

Watch 'em float

I can take you anywhere that you wanna go

Can you dream?

Can you tell me how's it feel? (How's it feel?)

How's it feel? (How's it feel?)

Can you tell me how it feel to come and hang around a motherfucker like me?

How it feel to come and hang around a motherfucker like me?

How's it feel? (How's it feel?)

Can you tell me how it feel? (How's it feel?)

How's it feel to come and hang around a motherfucker like me?

Okay, said I'm back on these rap songs, feelin' they're never gonna last long

Got a shortcut, baby? I'll pass on it, my dick, throw your ass on it

Pass the time, ask for my alibi, tryna tell you I need that

Just relax

Put that money in my motherfuckin' hand, take another pull, goddamn

Ain't part of the plan, like a car in a van, I'm rollin', I'm feelin' good, I'm golden

My man, let me just do my dance

'Cause, motherfucker, this my jam, said this my jam, this my jam

How many times you 'bout to let them opportunities pass you by?

I used to be a pretty passive guy, since before I was a goddamn mastermind

In that castle of mine, I came up in half the time as these lame fucks

You can't rush that greatness, that mansion where my maid lives

Like, whoa

Watch 'em float

I can take you anywhere that you wanna go

Can you dream?

Can you tell me how's it feel? (How's it feel?)

How's it feel? (How's it feel?)

Can you tell me how it feel to come and hang around a motherfucker like me?

How it feel to come and hang around a motherfucker like me?

How's it feel? (How's it feel?)

Can you tell me how it feel? (How's it feel?)

How's it feel to come and hang around a motherfucker like me?

(How's it feel? How's it feel?)

(How's it feel? How's it feel?)

Well, can you tell me how's it feel? (How's it feel?)

Can you tell me how it feel? (How's it feel?)

How's it feel to come and hang around a motherfucker like me? (How's it feel?)

(How's it feel?)

Take your time, when talkin' to a nigga I don't waste none

Knock you off your feet and then I flee before the jakes come

Sick of hearin' cases from these niggas who ain't face none

But I'ma be the nigga that they feelin' when the day come

Thirsty for the pay, young niggas led astray

Stray bullet hit my brother in his mothafuckin' face

What's fate when a person don't deserve what he get?

Shootin' reckless at the father almost murdered the kid

Or is it karma for the shit that both the parents had did?

Ain't embarrassed where I'm livin', we get merit for kills

From a family of niggas that was veteran skilled

Voted heartless cause my momma made me part of the guild

Deals made, sellin' thrills paid the bills at the crib

Drag him down by the river, he'll be missin' for years

And them funerals was usual, ain't sheddin' no tears

Knew the fallen had it better off than most of us did

Cause shit, Heaven knows, Heaven's gates prolly closed

And these hoes in a race for the gold

We was raised on that fork in the road

No food on our plate, just the meals that we stole

I spit that prayer hand emoji, that shit that injured Kobe

The holiest of holy, Nick Nolte in some Oakley's

That's a flex though, cover up the issues that I kept close

Sober I can't deal I'm in the corner with my head low

Runnin' from my shadow, never ending chase

Ease the pain and the battle that's within me

Sniff the same shit that got Whitney, the high heel depression

My temple feel the metal comin' out the Smith & Wesson, bang

Say a prayer, leave my brains on the tile floor

My bitch hate me, always tell me I should smile more

Off them drugs that hit you in your spinal cord

This the shit I need to keep the climate warm

Wish I could get high, space migration

Pretend I can just fly to great vibrations

The magazines need a quote

Now I'm gone, sorry I don't even know

And this pain, and this pain, and this pain, and this pain

Mixed up with this rain, this rain, this rain, this rain

Straight up, I just wanna say one time

After two years at this motherfuckin' crib, fuck all y'all motherfuckers

Livin' all over this motherfucker tryna kick me out

That goes for you, Mrs. Watson

With ya little ass kids always fuckin' cryin'

You got your little chihuahua

Fuck you and your motherfuckin' mama, bitch

I'm out here, suck my motherfuckin' dick!

Yeah, REMember Music, Old Jewish

(Go ahead)

(This is my tambourine)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, that's how it's goin' down, one time for that

Okay, okay, yeah (oh, my Lord)

He's on drugs again

My neighbors yellin', I don't give a fuck again

And I swear to God if the cops come again

I'ma open up this door, get to rumblin'

Start bussin', bussin', bussin', bussin'

My dick, your mouth, no discussion, yeah

It's all happenin', I must be imaginin'

Take a hit, time travelin'

Turn up the motherfuckin' volume

Yeah, yeah, yeah (I'm 'bout to bust like the condom)

And you a freak, why you hidin' in a costume?

(That disguise make your body look awful)

Let me see them nipples, baby

Ooh (what's happenin', man?)

Don't give it all up, just a little, baby

Ooh (what's happenin' here?)

I'm just tryna free your mind

(Free your, free your mind)

'Cause all you see is dollar signs

(She blinded by the streets)

Yeah

Line-crosser, real-life flyin' saucer

Nothin' straight 'bout her but her posture

Young prodi-gy, I'ma eat lobster

Pull Spanish bitches, but I speak nada

And she got a need to roll the weed all up

You ain't got a chance when it's me on ya (shit)

I'm a motherfuckin' legend, girl

Leave that pussy killed, bitches out in Edinburg

Turn up the motherfuckin' volume

(I'm 'bout to bust like the condom)

And you a freak, why you hidin' in a costume?

(That disguise make your body look awful)

Leave that pussy crippled, baby

Ooh (what's happenin', man?)

Let me slide right down the middle, baby (yeah)

Ooh, where the fuck, my Thumbalina?

Has anybody seen her? (Faces)

She blinded by the streets

(Ooh) 'bout to start my own motherfuckin' committee

And it's gon' be me and Josh

And it's gon' be with motherfuckin' bitches

With their motherfuckin' ass and titties, I don't give a fuck...

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