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Some people say that rappers don't have feelings We have feelings (we have feelings) Some people say that we are not rappers (we're rappers) That hurts our feelings (Hurts our feelings when you say we're not rappers) Some people say that rappers are invincible We're vincible (we're vincible) What you are about to hear are true stories (Real experiences) Autobiographical raps Things that happened to us, all true Bring the rhyme I make a meal for my friends Try to make it delicious Try to keep it nutritious Create wonderful dishes Not one of them thinks about the way I feel Nobody compliments the meal I got hurt feelings, I got hurt feelings I feel like a prize Asshole No one even mentions my casserole I got hurt feelings, I got hurt feelings You coulda said something nice about my profiteroles Here's a little story to bring a tear to your eye I was shopping for a wetsuit to scuba dive But every suit I tried is too big around the thighs And the assistant suggested I try a ladies' size I got hurt feelings, I got hurt feelings I'm not gonna wear a ladies' wetsuit I'm a man I got hurt feelings, I got hurt feelings Get me a small man's wetsuit, please It's my birthday, 2003 Waitin' for a call from my family They forgot about me I got hurt feelings, I got hurt feelings The day after my birthday is not my birthday, Mum I call my friends and say, "Let's go into town" But they're all too busy to go into town So I go by myself, I go into town Then I see all my friends, they're all in town I got hurt feelings, I got hurt feelings They're all lined up to watch that movie "Maid in Manhattan" Have you even been told that your ass is too big? Have you ever been asked if your hair is a wig? Have you ever been told you're mediocre in bed? Have you ever been told you've got a weird-shaped head? Has your family ever forgotten you and driven away? Once again, they forgot about J Were you ever called "homo" 'cause at school you took drama? Have you ever been told that you look like a llama? Tears of a rapper (Don't want to make a rapper cry then watch what you say) I'm crying tears of a rapper (Pouring like the bullets of my AK) Goldplated tears of a rapper (These are the tears of a rapper now) These are diamond tears of a rapper (These are the bulletproof 24 carat gold tears – of a rapper)
Writer(s): Jemaine Atea Mahana Clement, Bret Peter T. Mckenzie Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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