Trenchtown
Ibiloye IyanuoluwaBought a big house and a whole lot of Ranges A fresh new couch and a whole lot of trainers A closet full of clothes and some brand new dangers And, some Mexican floral arrangers A great big TV that'll entertain us Some colorful commissions from some high- paid painters Someone to take the rap so that I stay stainless And, a new relationship with a banker And two pinky rings for my manicured fingers A trained German Shepherd that bark when it's angered To watch my possessions and look out for strangers And, a fifty-foot yacht with an anchor A young supermodel that shall remain nameless Ups and the downs, the sames and the changes All the money in the world don't make it painless no The more that you appear Plain Pat, what up? Ugh, ugh, lifestyles of the broke and famous Let you know how crazy this game is Look at all the new, beautiful faces At home, supermodel Myspaces Long for they shot on the TV screens American Idol never seen these dreams Just last week, they want to see ID Now, they got you in V.P.N, huh? How many people almost famous? You almost remember what they name is Like "Hey, didn't you play in? No, it couldn't be, quit playin'" And tryna keep that balance after MTV That's a Real World Challenge Back on that train Never to be heard from again But they love it, and they love it, the more The more you try to erase me And they love it, and they love it The more, the more And they love it, and they love it, the more The more that I appear, oh Ugh, and they love it, and they love it The more, the more And they love it and they love it the more The more you try the eraser And they love it and they love it The more, the more And they love it and they love it the more The more that you appear I, any spelling, bitch, come on, that's me I bring a burning sensation to the urban eye Like an eye-drop of turpentine You can listen to the serpent, fine But the earth got gas; once it burps, it's fine Some around me, they talk about degrees Not GHG, how to cook a quarter key (Ugh) Talking all nasal, he ain't over that cold
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Bought a big house and a whole lot of Ranges A fresh new couch and a whole lot of trainers A closet full of clothes and some brand new dangers And, some Mexican floral arrangers A great big TV that'll entertain us Some colorful commissions from some high- paid painters Someone to take the rap so that I stay stainless And, a new relationship with a banker And two pinky rings for my manicured fingers A trained German Shepherd that bark when it's angered To watch my possessions and look out for strangers And, a fifty-foot yacht with an anchor A young supermodel that shall remain nameless Ups and the downs, the sames and the changes All the money in the world don't make it painless no The more that you appear Plain Pat, what up? Ugh, ugh, lifestyles of the broke and famous Let you know how crazy this game is Look at all the new, beautiful faces At home, supermodel Myspaces Long for they shot on the TV screens American Idol never seen these dreams Just last week, they want to see ID Now, they got you in V.P.N, huh? How many people almost famous? You almost remember what they name is Like "Hey, didn't you play in? No, it couldn't be, quit playin'" And tryna keep that balance after MTV That's a Real World Challenge Back on that train Never to be heard from again But they love it, and they love it, the more The more you try to erase me And they love it, and they love it The more, the more And they love it, and they love it, the more The more that I appear, oh Ugh, and they love it, and they love it The more, the more And they love it and they love it the more The more you try the eraser And they love it and they love it The more, the more And they love it and they love it the more The more that you appear I, any spelling, bitch, come on, that's me I bring a burning sensation to the urban eye Like an eye-drop of turpentine You can listen to the serpent, fine But the earth got gas; once it burps, it's fine Some around me, they talk about degrees Not GHG, how to cook a quarter key (Ugh) Talking all nasal, he ain't over that cold
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