Groupie Therapy Songtext
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(Bootie Brown)
I was standing, one of the cast of many
I would give anything to swing hand in hand
With her, but it was just a blur, I couldn't blame
Why give up fortune and the fame
For a nigga who can barely afford his name
So the dame kept aim at the stars
I'm often thinking about her
When I'm on waitin' on calls across the border
Made sure my rhymes in order 'cause
I was standing, one of the cast of many
I would give anything to swing hand in hand
With her, but it was just a blur, I couldn't blame
Why give up fortune and the fame
For a nigga who can barely afford his name
So the dame kept aim at the stars
I'm often thinking about her
When I'm on waitin' on calls across the border
Made sure my rhymes in order 'cause
That moment could be near and it was
Now my attorney's tellin' me to sign here
So I appear and perform international
The time came, she stepped to me, I thought rational
But she knew that I wanted it
She walked around and flaunted it like a peacock
I knocked the Reebok, now she jock
Blowin' up the Pactel and my doorbell
I had to check myself as well, love boat won't sail
'Cause I'm no captain, let them know from the start
I let you break me off but I won't let you break my heart
(Slim Kid 3)
So I'm surrounded by bitches
Now this is the most incredible shit in Slim Kid history
So watch if you will
The moment some good shit pop and they be foggin' up your grill
Overly thrilled to get you in your ass like massingil
Still burnin'
Shit now and I'm still learnin' How not to fuck with your baby or make you my old lady
You just overcastin', your ass is shady
Tryin' to block the sunlight with all of that hype
And now I'm discontinuin' all of this pipe
That I've been layin'
As long as you keep swayin' to another crew's tempo
I gotta let you go and that's simple
So get it through your two temples
Because I'm tryin' to live fatter than a blimp ho
And you exempt and I won't symp a write-off
So step out my world and turn the light off
(Fatlip)
She was my high school sweetheart down from start
When all I had was high hopes, my health, and my art
But when I got fame she became unsure
If I could still feel the same when I came off tour
I said, "For sure,"
'Cause what God gave us, girl, I'm grateful
No need to be insecure, baby, your nigga's faithful
So now I'm off doin' dates in a gang of states
And as my status elevates, I see the baddest eights
At the backstage gate, lookin' great, straight
Waitin' for a nigga, so now I figure
"Hey, I only live once, I'm goin' all out today"
Made a call out to L.A. to say what I had to say...
Now I get back the very next week
Only to learn the table's turned like a technique
Twelve hundred
Last thing in the world that I wanted
Was my girl goin' out every night gettin' blunted
And zooted with a clique of well known reputed
Groupie hoes from all the hip hop shows
Backstage with her little backpack tryin' to get chose
By anotha nigga with talent,
Wealth, and fame--oh, I suppose
I guess I got myself to blame for turnin' her out
Into a hip hop freak
Now I seek counseling from a therapist twice a week
(Imani)
So let me speak about the freak
So let me speak about the freak
So let me speak
Instantly, she made another selection
Because he was in the line plus had the money connection
Correction, "Way more paid" is why she laid and played
A charade in the game of deception
The mysterious mistress is just an actress
Of the mattress, 'cause she's a wannabe macktress
Well built but equipped with the tackiest of tactics
And I hate it, why this is dedicated to all of them
Type of women who still be swimming
Lost and confused in the lake of illusion
With no values is why they're constantly losin'
Now my attorney's tellin' me to sign here
So I appear and perform international
The time came, she stepped to me, I thought rational
But she knew that I wanted it
She walked around and flaunted it like a peacock
I knocked the Reebok, now she jock
Blowin' up the Pactel and my doorbell
I had to check myself as well, love boat won't sail
'Cause I'm no captain, let them know from the start
I let you break me off but I won't let you break my heart
(Slim Kid 3)
So I'm surrounded by bitches
Now this is the most incredible shit in Slim Kid history
So watch if you will
The moment some good shit pop and they be foggin' up your grill
Overly thrilled to get you in your ass like massingil
Still burnin'
Shit now and I'm still learnin' How not to fuck with your baby or make you my old lady
You just overcastin', your ass is shady
Tryin' to block the sunlight with all of that hype
And now I'm discontinuin' all of this pipe
That I've been layin'
As long as you keep swayin' to another crew's tempo
I gotta let you go and that's simple
So get it through your two temples
Because I'm tryin' to live fatter than a blimp ho
And you exempt and I won't symp a write-off
So step out my world and turn the light off
(Fatlip)
She was my high school sweetheart down from start
When all I had was high hopes, my health, and my art
But when I got fame she became unsure
If I could still feel the same when I came off tour
I said, "For sure,"
'Cause what God gave us, girl, I'm grateful
No need to be insecure, baby, your nigga's faithful
So now I'm off doin' dates in a gang of states
And as my status elevates, I see the baddest eights
At the backstage gate, lookin' great, straight
Waitin' for a nigga, so now I figure
"Hey, I only live once, I'm goin' all out today"
Made a call out to L.A. to say what I had to say...
Now I get back the very next week
Only to learn the table's turned like a technique
Twelve hundred
Last thing in the world that I wanted
Was my girl goin' out every night gettin' blunted
And zooted with a clique of well known reputed
Groupie hoes from all the hip hop shows
Backstage with her little backpack tryin' to get chose
By anotha nigga with talent,
Wealth, and fame--oh, I suppose
I guess I got myself to blame for turnin' her out
Into a hip hop freak
Now I seek counseling from a therapist twice a week
(Imani)
So let me speak about the freak
So let me speak about the freak
So let me speak
Instantly, she made another selection
Because he was in the line plus had the money connection
Correction, "Way more paid" is why she laid and played
A charade in the game of deception
The mysterious mistress is just an actress
Of the mattress, 'cause she's a wannabe macktress
Well built but equipped with the tackiest of tactics
And I hate it, why this is dedicated to all of them
Type of women who still be swimming
Lost and confused in the lake of illusion
With no values is why they're constantly losin'
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