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lunar c - miley einstein كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
uh, yeah, support the campaign (x4)

[refrain]
get famous and flash your t-tties for the photo
so you can leave something for your kids when you grow old
if you’re relying on your talent you’ve got no hope
s-x sells, suck my d-ck for the promo

[verse 1: lunar c]
my mind is set on self destruction
i must’ve died and went to h-ll or something
sitting by myself just wondering
does god cry when he hears a baby’s belly rumbling
or get offended when a women has a breast reduction
puff puff p-ss the ashtray and buy your own weed
smoke my spliff to the roach
don’t share, yeah i said that sh-t before
split a key into ozies and donate the proceeds
to cancer research and snow leopards in the poor
i photoshop my self into pictures with drake and rihanna
just so i can convince my family that i’m a famous rapper
i ain’t about the fake smiles and awkward handshakes
pretentious industry types and gold diggers pouring champagne

[hook]
support the campaign, clap your hands and cheer for me
i love my fan base, they help me get my beer money
tripping, dribbling on my pad while i write rhymes
tongue hanging out like my name is miley einstein

[refrain]

[verse 2: lunar c]
i might bump my head when i listen to your songs
but never find no substance like a drug bust at the wrong address
pay no attention, pretend that it isn’t true
but i’m heavier in the booth, its that elephant in the room
your music drives people to suicide
your best friend wouldn’t buy your album
your flows sh-ts and every beat’s lame
you get a life sentence by announcing the release date
still wouldn’t make enough to buy an ounce on your release day
shake your -ss and shame your father break his achy-breaky heart
i wanna see you twerking in the wedding dress
i’m zoned out, higher than you’ll ever get
i’ve been smoking since miley had a hymen and some self-respect

[hook]

[refrain]

[verse 3: lunar c]
sh-t rappers taking shots cannot offend me
i get paid to rap and all your insults are complimentary
but i’ve been lazy lately getting head while watching doc-mentaries on the telly
park is empty but i’m acting like i’m about to cop a bentley
the blunt wraps are slow burners, lungs black as coal workers
being a sc-mbag is my sole purpose
i turn up to your baptism in a swimsuit
and hold your head under the water until your skins blue like fish nupe
nothing to believe in, i’ve got no faith
middle finger up to your religion, i swear to god
i find it fairly odd that christians wear a cross
cause is jesus came back then that’d probably scare him off

[hook]

[refrain]

- lunar c

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