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Come and listen to a jerk talkin' about how hard he works Come and be a flirt I'm an expert You can wipe off this smirk Do you like rap well it so happens I'm so ballin' What I mean is between you and me there's a gap Don't fall in What a funny way to approach music I must be stopped You got your eye on the top, I dropped to the bottom of the pops Harmony's French but the melancholy melodies are so Slavic Whether I rap fast or slow the rap flows poly-syllabic From the minute I'm awake It's a great day to get this cake Polishing a mix tape Let me fixate On a flow of 6/8 I'm a lot of things but a left wing singer song writer I'm not I'm a lot of things but a left wing singer song writer I'm not Let's smoke all that yeah We can hang around Like a ball sack Get higher than a top hat, on top of a rather tall chap A cyborg version of George Gershwin I'm a tin pan fan Famous in Paris, I'm embarrassed because I can't can-can SongtexteNo way no how I could never dissappoint a crowd,my God I just play what they want Like a jukebox or an iPod Write a song here, play a show there Wanna tell my Dad "So there" Now that I got what I want I'll be honest: I'm so scared It's all downhill from a spot you always thought you deserved It's getting on my nerves everywhere that I go, music nerds You're out of dumb questions because the song has them all answered You're out of smart questions because the song has them all answered So come and listen to a schmuck talk about about a bunch of random stuff And if you've had enough If you've made it this far, call my bluff I'm light years ahead of all these other entertainers sitting right here See, you're not what you think because you drink and you're breath stinks like beer Here's a little riddle in the race to the middle Who's mediocre? I'm cult if I want it Culture, I would eat a yoghurt Let me show you how to beef You can even chow down all the whole cow Got a mouth Aus Songtexte Mania