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You don’t gotta love me frankly I’m stubborn as a suffragette, thank me Later when you’re stuck up in a pack daydream player Lungin’ durries with a cup of tea, that’s what safe means Hater join my Peter Pan clan Kick it with the Lost Boys up in Neverland and Everything I wished for I done made it happen Call me Captain when I sing a hook, you sing it back, man Yippee-ki, yippee-ki, yippee-ki-yay Biddy bye bye, I did it my way Yo, it’s the only way that I know Yippee-ki-yay, yippee-ki, oh White boy trailer trash, you don’t even know Motherfuck a cosign, I’ma be my own I be on my own grind, keep it on the low White boy trailer trash, you don’t even know Hey yo I’ve been stoned-over since '00, 'cause I think I think too quick Motherfucker needs a spliff too hit till i’m too lit to give two shits, cold chilling like an igloo is Truth is like rick, I’m a bit too slick, slippery little sucker, kitted like a Hummer Driven at 100 million kilometres, gunning till I puncture through a bunker, rip it into shreds “Bring bring”, brother, someone ringing in, "Who dis? Tell me what the issue is?" Dude, you can have a minute while ya bitchin' 'bout the lip you bit, did it really ever help you the sitch you in? Tuned it and I’m tipped to win, listen, here’s a premonition I’ma hit you with SongtexteLike jujitsu kick, I’ve already flipped two middle fingers to the itty bitty pigeon holes they wanna fit you in, yikes Yippee-ki, yippee-ki, yippee-ki-yay Biddy bye bye, I did it my way Yo, it’s the only way that I know Yippee-ki-yay, yippee-ki, oh White boy trailer trash, you don’t even know Motherfuck a cosign, I’ma be my own I be on my own grind, keep it on the low White boy trailer trash, you don’t even know I don’t claim to know everything, let it be known I don’t think that I do If I say something of benefit, well fuck me dead, it was probably flook Gobbledygook, I rap for love of it, don’t ever think that I don’t Not lost in the loop for the loot, “scoopity whoop”, go ahead, this is some shit you can quote Ladies and gentlemen, tell them I’m rising above, any fame, it's irrelevant I am not here for the hell of it, in my own element, this is the life in my blood, fuck the etiquette If you ain’t buying it I ain’t offended or trying to front, I can discuss It’s all about energy, vibing on energy, finding that light to enlighten a buzz Lemme shine like the sun on a cemetery, divine is my touch, as we enter the entity Many describe it as love in the hate, from to the friend to the enemy, thug to the saint is essentially Is as one in same, embedded synergy runs through the vain, our memory bank An connected genetically plugged in the brain, let it bang, like gun to the face Yippee-ki, yippee-ki, yippee-ki-yay Biddy bye bye, I did it my way Yo, it’s the only way that I know Yippee-ki-yay, yippee-ki, oh White boy trailer trash, you don’t even know Motherfuck a cosign, I’ma be my own I be on my own grind, keep it on the low White boy trailer trash, you don’t even know Aus Songtexte Mania