Now Youre Back - текст песни
Now You're Back
You off sides, better play your position
Like lost dice, I'm what the game's been missin
D. Swain's been fishin' for compliments, my competence
Has been wasted, I ain't seen my conscience since the spillage
Is he the illest? It depends who you ask that
Type of nigga to make a beat from violins and a hatrack
Humility, it stems from my cabbage patch
Rooted in my friends and my habitat, matter of fact
I chop a break fast for breakfast and
Beat a nigga to the punch for lunch
Dig in the bargain bin for dinner
The skinny nigga done made good
The media insists that I stay hood
But I never was to begin with
My penmanship is intricate
But Jay already said that it don't get you shit
So I would write it if y'all would get it
All y'all would-be critics must've mistook me for an idiot
I seem soft-spoken
But I need not for you to open your mouth
And hit me with obscene blog-postin'
"What's so special about him?
'Charm' is his best album
But he need to stop it with all that Kanye West-soundin'"
I +Heard It All Before+ like Miss Anderson
Don't mess with broads no more, I kiss mannequins
No Tylenol no more, I switched to Anacin
Schizofrenic, I guess my sanity is scramblin'
Ramblin', just to see if you're still here
I would've been blown up, supposedly
I came up with the Gnarls Barkley concept and they stole it from me
Even if everybody thinks I'm +Crazy+ I ain't never goin' under
Before I do that, I'll use my fame to gain Raven-Symone's phone number
No sleepin' pills needed; my dreams fulfilled believe it I'm back!
...mama, I made it
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