7 living rooms
Singer:cyrus
don't throw shade at the sun
might get too hot for your bitch
ain't nothing picture perfect
my voice so fucking winded
let my light skin do the talking
been cooking up all morning
crack rock in these vocals
my music got the kind of tendency to make a drug out of your woman
my music got the kind of tendency to bring love out of your woman
my music got the kinda shit that make you want to hit the keyboard
treat that shit like d-day
been in the back my whole life
think it's time for me to just make a seat change
from a cheap date to overbookin'
now half these rappers couldn't be my dj
used to want to be the fuckin' man
found out that life a bitch that like to fuck all 3 ways
i'm a chip off the old block
you can keep that old pussy
she gon' want this new cock
still fucking comin' everyone your taste suck
with your bottom feet and ask if i can taste butt
when that phone ring and i pick it up
don't want shine for the famous such
and your favorite rapper ain't my favorite nothing
take your favorite rapper and his best verse wouldn't make the cut
don't do rules no regulation
life crash and no invitation
got one team and they specktatin'
and the real me finally wakin' up
used to wanna make my man on the moon
then my world came crashing down
i used to wanna make my so far gone
and i wrote this in half an hour
and went back to those rolling papers
how the fuck i'm gonna make a record?"