On the Brightside
Σάββατο 29 Αυγούστου 2009
Παρασκευή 28 Αυγούστου 2009
I wanna capture you in digital
Boy
I won't hurt you
Unless you ask me to
Hurt you
Boy
And take off your clothes
What's a girl to do in a world of greed but kneel and pray
I said her from the city so her got to witty, witty
She said him from the country so him got to be funky, funky
Mama i'ma Millionaire but I feel like a bum.
Mama i'ma Millionaire but I feel like the only one.
I,I,I,I woke up early this mornin,
I don't think ya'll heard me,
I woke up early this mornin,
I don't think ya'll heard me,
I woke up early this mornin.
I don't think think ya'll heard me,
I woke up early this mornin, but i still ain't seen the sun.
Papa i'ma Milionaire,
Sax 5th Ave. don't sell affection.
Papa i'ma Millionaire but i ain't movin in the right direction,
Somethin ain't right, I know.
I am rich, to he is rich, she is rich, to we is rich
Where there is cheese there are rats,
Where ever there are rats there are cats,
Where ever there are cats there are dogs.
If you got the dogs you got bitches.
Bitches Always out to put their paws on your riches.
If you got riches,you got glitches.
If you got glitches in your life computer turn it off and then reboota.
Now you back on.
Can't just put the cap on the old bottle once you pop it that will spoil it, gone and drink it and enjoy it.
Mama i'ma Millionaire.
What's a girl to do when she just has dimes no time just play-yay-yay-yay.
What's a girl to do instead of me it's you'll be true-woo-woo-woo.
What's a girl to do in a world of greed but kneel and pray-yay-yay-yay.
What's a girl to do when she's lost her long time friends that's lie-ie-ie-ie-ied
Run run to your grave and forget the riches you earned!
run run run run to your grave
cause they're coming for your brain but they will leave with your head
they've got money and science, they will leave you for dead
sleep sleep sleep sleep in your tomb
sleep sleep sleep sleep in your tomb
don't bury your body with your diamonds
cause you know they'll dig up your grave
don't hold onto your riches
cause when you die you're a slave
and emotion is a simple test
to the synapse
don't let it fool you into thinking that you've got brains
the more you feel the more you'll take with you
so cut the flesh and let your blood flow to the drain
you've got to
tear, burn, soil the flesh
god will do the rest
scream, cry, pray, confess
god will do the rest
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