Blow Me - Pink
Mmm ain’t this some s**t ? Pulled up in the A-V-entadorAnd the doors, raise up, like praise the LordDid the fashion show, and a tote, and a movie, and a scoreThis a g****o opera, Francis Ford Car CoppolaI need a new crib to hold my plaques, Rick Ross had told me thatSaid I’d be all up in Goldman SachsLike, “These *****s tryna hold me backThese ****s tryna hold me back”, I’m just trying to protect my stacksMitt Romney don’t pay no tax, Mitt Romney don’t pay no taxChi-Town ’til I’m on my back, Chi-Town ’til I’m on my backOnly ***** in Beverly Hills, where the hell is Axle Foley at?“Ease up there baby boy”, Ving Rhames told Jody thatR. Kelly and the God of rapS**tting on you, holy crap
Is What Life Looks Like Sometimes, A Big Blur.
But If You Look Hard Enough You Can See The True Image.
PS: I Lost That Race.