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mr. muthafuckin exquire - manboy كلمات الأغنية

i were i, and you were you
we were the sky, the sun, the moon
move soul to soul, eternally
it’s meant to be
manboy, so whatchu gon’ do?
(what we gon’ do, whatchu gon’ do
what we gon’ do, whatchu gon’ do
what we gon’ do?)
manboy, so whatchu gon’ do?
(what we gon’ do, whatchu gon’ do
what we gon’ do, whatchu gon’ do
what we gon’ do?)
manboy…

is this sh-t a lyric, or is this just my spirit
speaking out loud, proudly, so everyone can hear him
he rarely speaks gently, except the times he tempts me
makes me do bad things, and drains me til i’m empty
you probably don’t believe me, wish i could take a pic
of this drunk, scuzzy motherf-cker jacking off his d-ck
screaming in my ear, yelling “you ain’t sh-t!
you never gonna make it, n-gg-, you should just quit!”
i’m my biggest obstacle, all y’all don’t exist
like an m. night shyamalan plot, “what a twist!”
mr. invincible, mr. inhuman
mr. ingenious, really thinks that he’s stupid
and vulnerable and lonely, most of the time he’s home
trying to figure out what’s going on inside his domepiece
spiritually dying, a pariah live inside him
n-body ever calls him, even you don’t like him (d-mn!)
semi-suicidal, emotions like a tidal wave
bi-polar, first he fit the noose, then it’s “oh, behave!”
infinite last days, an eternal pathway
and leaves off where he started, so he only goes halfway
he can’t go forward, and he can’t go backward
he trapped most days, i wonder why i started rappin’
oops, i meant “he”, it’s definitely not me
that i’m talkin’ ’bout, on this brand new cd

confessions of a shattered dreamer, s-xaholic schemer deviant
yet true believer in always sow what you reapin’
we can reap the benefits, or we can reap a benedict arnold
in our thoughts that leave us lost and trembling
i against i, third eye versus the mind for the t-tle belt
in a ladder match, watch me climb
bipolar chromosome, zonin’ on his own
hold the chrome to his dome, since parochial school
i’ve been used up, mixed confused mutt
obtuse, recluse “de loused in the comatorium” eriartarka
stoli vodka stole my art, then stole my confidence
nothing makes sense now, i’m totally bonkers
off my rocker, bouncing off the walls of my mom’s apartment
it ain’t my fault that i lost and i can’t absorb it
laying dormant, doormat, no doorman, 4 door porsche
i’m anonymous, oh my god, i’m normal!?!?
fully formed regressing, mind at ease be stressin’
god be’s the devil, he strikes me with blessings
till life’s a b-tch that curtsey’s, i’m at war like xerxes
trying my best not to hurt me
depression, ain’t empty rhettoric, no it barely speaks
it hides behind a smile, in fear thet you’ll say we’re weak
i sip my tears in liquor, i drown my time in ink
caged in reality, only thing free is the dream
i sip my tears in liquor, i drown my time in ink
caged in reality, only thing free is the dream
f-ck this dream royally, cause it boiled me, turned my cousin on me
but if he turned on me, that means he was never for me
disloyalty, n-gg-s shape-shifting like morph on me
how can’t i trust the same motherf-ckers, walked in the door on me?
spoiled and poisoned him, he’s ent-tled, that’s how it always be
what makes is worse is that we family
so at thanksgiving i’m paranoid he p-ssing in the pot of greens
he bring my plate, he probably spit inside my mac & cheese (ew)
we thor and loki, megatron and starscream
never was jealous of you, did you wanna be me?
you let your pride get in the way of our dream
this is not who we supposed to be!
trax switched sides on me, let n-gg-s ride on me
gave him a second chance, he let em re-ride on me
how you a grown man playing three sides, homie?
how your wife wear the pants, and you in knee-highs, homie?
i hope you play this song for your daughter so that she know
she really should call her daddy her mommy, cause you a hoe
all those disappearing acts and the couple of thousand you stole
[in reverse]
but she was lying, n-gg-, that ain’t a d-ck, n-gg-
you a broad, so that had to be a cl-t, n-gg-
you make me sick, n-gg-, suck my d-ck, n-gg-
and when i see you, i’m a punch you in your sh-t, n-gg-
see, the things about dreams is i’m a die for the sh-t
the thing about me is i k!ll for my sh-t
the pain separates the warriors from the men
are you gonna grow up til you fall, or c-cry like a b-tch?
these scars represent everywhere that i’ve been
xxl post, broke with the b-ms, slept on the 6
so everything i left, will never see me again
you only get half a bar, suck my d-ck
manboy…

(black g*nius comin’ soon, n-gg-! get ready! haha!)

- mr muthafuckin exquire

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