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slingun - pushing me to dotardness كلمات الأغنية

[bridge 1:]
well, the years start comin’ and they don’t stop comin’
fed to the rules and i hit the ground runnin’
didn’t make sense not to live for fun
your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb cause

[hook:]
(all that glitters is gold)
they demand so much from us, from us…
(all that glitters is gold)
and require me to do it with a smile, a smile…
(all that, all that glitters is gold)
and guess what? i don’t give a f-ck, a f-ck…
(all that glitters is gold)
you still rely on me? well, good luck with that, with that…

[verse 1:]
civilization won’t herd me, i’m my daddy
(they born without ears?)
no wife had henpecked him, f-ck you herdsmen!
this school’s full of bodies, i’m their scabies;
it isn’t hereditary, at first just hated couples
but now i hate e’rybody, they’re all hinders
like tolls in my expressway, i don’t see any barrier
i just p-ss as if was the hallway of my kindergarten
in slow mo… like an american teen movie
plastics walkin’ but i ain’t any of ’em, i’m
cady heron, in a trash can white trashin’ it
as carrot top’s hotel lodgin’, or it was shaun
white? um well, f-ck ’em; my head’s like a cat’s
cradle, a string ’round my fingers and i need
to give it shape so stop pushin’, pushin’ slingun to…
what?

[bridge 1:]

[bridge 2:]
so much to do so much to see
so what’s wrong with takin’ the back streets
you’ll never know if you don’t go -scratch-
you’ll never shine if you don’t glow

[hook:]

[verse 2:]
this school’s similar to malarkey, an anarchy
they’re guidin’ me to be kind but nice f-gs
are destined to end up last as if their vinegar
strokes were delayed as a differential equation;
look at me i’m trapped in a prison that
adults use to call “scholarly frame of reference”
this is my confinement, what’s in store
for me hereafter? i’ll be attendin’ a check-out
like apu? thank you come again!
so much sh-t on my rear view, karma’s comin’
after me like obama, i’m a kind of rush
limbaugh; how many are joyous with their job?
only a few, fire me and don’t push me to
dotardness, cause i’m d-mned if i gotta live
this like you seein’ how they keep pushin’ and pushin’…

[hook:]

[verse 3:]
all that homework’s brainwasher, it’s a bible
i forgot my own beliefs, luckily i got slingun
by my side like angelina, he’s my brad, an-
-other case of chimera, love my inner brother
and he hates me, but i’m al-so his courier, so in
a way or another he gotta acknowledge me
as his siblin’; it’s simple, slin without me is
like the white dude from the black eyed peas;
in what kinda terminology i gotta speak to this
b-tch to make her understand i won’t work
in an office or sh-t? what ’bout you always
gotta follow your dreams? i went back
to bed and then amidst of a p-rno dream ’bout a
threesome between me, helen keller and
gabourey sidibe, jesus appeared and start
sayin’ that i should quit rappin’ and began studyin’
and i suggest him to stop b-tchin’ cause i’m
slingun and i’m deaf as sh-t so everythin’ he
could say meant sh-t to me, so stop pushin’ me to
this, that, this…

[bridge 1:]

[bridge 2:]

[hook:]

[verse 4:]
civilly tolerable manners are for bird-brained
bipeds, i’m a moron which is always grabbin’
the hose comin’ out of his nuggets like michael
and then rub it on the dignity of my advisers:
“i love ya’ mariangeles your b00bs are like
a pair of… -i like ’em-, i wanna l1ck that fumunda
cheese from the tuck of your b-tt, glup!”
sure that everythin’ that i’ll say will disgust y’all
f-ggots! how does it taste? a little bit obnoxious?
yeah! it’s normal, that’s why my father’s
givin’ me his godd-mned cold shoulder and my
momma wanna leave me for adoption, but ‘fore
that she’ll try to rectify me as spirituality will
to h0m-s-xual intercourses, but what the
deal ’bout the matter? if god’s such a f-ggot
like tyra sanchez but less f-ckable than
charles busch wearin’ a white peignoir over
her corset; and yeah of course! while i left ya’
with that portray, i’ll be escapin’ from this life
that’s pushin’ me dotardness, like ginger
i’m chicken runnin’ and ain’t thinkin’ of returnin’
cause…

[hook:]

[outro:]
only dirty minds break the mold…yeah!

- slingun

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