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Kid Bookie
Kid Bookie
Performer
Corey Taylor
Corey Taylor
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kid Bookie
Kid Bookie
Composer
Corey Taylor
Corey Taylor
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PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lewis Cullen
Lewis Cullen
Producer

Lyrics

I've been stuck in my ways (ways) Feelin' like I'm gonna explode I'm already on the verge of clutching a gauge (gauge) Bullet with your name on it, or my name Just depends how I feel on the day (day) All this bullshit I'm just seein', stop (Yeah) I just wanna be away (I don't even wanna be around you) (To tell the truth, you little shit, I can't stand you) (See you sittin' with a bitch that's thick) (Fat pussy, nice tits, suck a good dick) I just wanna be away (Puffin' big weed, this ain't bamboo) (The type of flower make a brotha go cuckoo) (A lot of man can't do what I can do) (I'm the big dog 'round here) I just wanna be away 666, Misfits Sick of this shit, cryptic Giving big tips Any sick prick Thinking that he's gonna click click On my clique bitch Then you need to think big When you get an inkling Tell me what the fuck you wanna do I'm sitting here just thinking that I'm gonna bother you With a lot of tunes 'til you can't fucking stop it no more I'm just gonna be cooking up this crack Gimme the recipe then Every single day's a fucking struggle Hustle bustle on these motherfucking streets A puzzle some will crumble Rubble bursting over to your shoes and you can't move I'm losing faith again Forsaking them in Satan's den And making men look alien I bestow my pain on them And make them open up their cranium A stadium of energy couldn't hold me, I'm titanium Can't melt these beams It seems like I'm in need of fucking change again Where the hell have I been? (Wait) 100 percent of the effort I'm giving is real Living and sinning is really beginning to feel Syllable killers, I call 'em all winners 'Cause all of you figured that skipping this lyrical rope Is really required as minimal skill Ahead of my time, I'm telling you why It's never been evident levelling guys Is ever never the reason I ever survived Incredible legends are giving me life The minute I finish diminishing gimmicks These lyrics will give us a critical hit-list I'm feeling to bill it and really puff in it Acidic when spitting these lines (wait) I've been stuck in my ways (ways) Feelin' like I'm gonna explode I'm already on the verge of clutching a gauge (gauge) Bullet with your name on it, or my name Just depends how I feel on the day (day) All this bullshit I'm just seein' stop (Yeah) I just wanna be away (I don't even wanna be around you) (To tell the truth, you little shit, I can't stand you) (See you sittin' with a bitch that's thick) (Fat pussy, nice tits, suck a good dick) I just wanna be away (Puffin' Big weed this ain't bamboo) (The type of flower make a brotha go koo koo) (A lot of man can't do what I can do) (I'm the big dog 'round here) I just wanna be away Sittin' under pressure from the showers Feelin' like a minute but I'm goin' on for hours Then again, I know I gotta use (wait) What has occurred, what in the world, does it even mean? Running away, never the same, circle back to me One of the ingrates has landed None of your minds have expanded Now that the gang has disbanded Who have you taken red-handed? I just wanna be away, away from the eyes that judge me The ears that assume And the mouths that won't shut up You're losin' focus, you broke us You know you can't give up Picking it apart but it's pointless And now it won't add up, fuck! What do you want? What do you really need? Is it enough? Taking enough, just to let it bleed Like a broken record does, total lack of movin' on It's only repetition now It's only repetition now It's only repetition now Jesus Christ, gimme a buck, needle and junk I don't wanna dwell, I wanna groove Who says the devil can't smile? Who wants to sleep for a while? Who loves the feel of denial? Who couldn't see it for miles? Who was afraid of the trial? Who says the devil can't smile? I've been stuck in my ways (ways) Feelin' like I'm gonna explode I'm already on the verge of clutching a gauge (gauge) Bullet with your name on it, or my name Just depends how I feel on the day (day) All this bullshit I'm just seein' stop (I don't even wanna be around you) (To tell the truth, you little shit, I can't stand you) (See you sittin' with a bitch that's thick) (Fat pussy, nice tits, suck a good dick) I just wanna be away (Puffin' big weed this ain't bamboo) (The type of flower make a brotha go cuckoo) (A lot of man can't do what I can do) (I'm the big dog 'round here) I just wanna be away (I just wanna be away) (I just wanna be away) I just wanna be away (I just wanna be away)
Writer(s): Tyronne Hill, Lewis Cullen, Christie Blaine Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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