I can't wear a cap if it's not custom sized
Yeah, I got a swelled head but it's justified
I got a lust for life but if you're
Iggin' me, pops, you get brushed aside
Just provide your attention, I'll be much obliged
Then you're excused to touch the sky, like
Hands up, worship the idol!
This is a competition for the perfect disciple
You heard it's an eyeful, see for yourself, it's indescribable
Baby, my name is in the Bible
Spell it with a "J", and not with a "I" like the word "team"
It's been my dream since I was thirteen
To see it in the papers and magazines
We're making a legacy for all posterity
This is what I call prosperity
Catching your feelings
Carries me from the floor to the ceiling
Deep, down in the pit, we got damp
Rocking out like Sixty Watt Vamp
On Peavey hundred and fifty watt amps
Believe me, son, ain't no mystery god damn
Can I kick it?
No, I can't!
Not when the girl lookin' so nice and
Just giving me a peek with her low-rise pants
Somebody please come hold my hand
Hey yo, my man
Don't be controlled by the strobe light dancers
Suckers in the dumps if they don't like the answer
They got lumps growing in the throat like cancer!
Yeah man, that's for damn sure
F*ck the creeps who go to my shows to
Roll their eyes and suck their teeth
But haven't got the guts to beef!
You know what?
If you hate it so much then leave!
Aw, I didn't mean it like it sounded
Anyone who's down with the scene is my amigo for real though
Even if we feel a different stelo
You ain't gotta even love me to be my people
I keep aware of what who and where
To be prepared to see you put your hands in the air
And leave 'em there!
Run the costume jewels
I mean give me props til the music stops
Are y'all with me?
Jesse Dangerously - Inter Alia (feat. Jorun Bombay) Lyrics
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I can't wear a cap if it's not custom sized
Yeah, I got a swelled head but it's justified
I got a lust for life but if you're
Iggin' me, pops, you get brushed aside
Just provide your attention, I'll be much obliged
Then you're excused to touch the sky, like
Hands up, worship the idol!
This is a competition for the perfect disciple
You heard it's an eyeful, see for yourself, it's indescribable
Baby, my name is in the Bible
Spell it with a "J", and not with a "I" like the word "team"
It's been my dream since I was thirteen
To see it in the papers and magazines
We're making a legacy for all posterity
This is what I call prosperity
Catching your feelings
Carries me from the floor to the ceiling
Deep, down in the pit, we got damp
Rocking out like Sixty Watt Vamp
On Peavey hundred and fifty watt amps
Believe me, son, ain't no mystery god damn
Can I kick it?
No, I can't!
Not when the girl lookin' so nice and
Just giving me a peek with her low-rise pants
Somebody please come hold my hand
Hey yo, my man
Don't be controlled by the strobe light dancers
Suckers in the dumps if they don't like the answer
They got lumps growing in the throat like cancer!
Yeah man, that's for damn sure
F*ck the creeps who go to my shows to
Roll their eyes and suck their teeth
But haven't got the guts to beef!
You know what?
If you hate it so much then leave!
Aw, I didn't mean it like it sounded
Anyone who's down with the scene is my amigo for real though
Even if we feel a different stelo
You ain't gotta even love me to be my people
I keep aware of what who and where
To be prepared to see you put your hands in the air
And leave 'em there!
Run the costume jewels
I mean give me props til the music stops
Are y'all with me?
Yeah, I got a swelled head but it's justified
I got a lust for life but if you're
Iggin' me, pops, you get brushed aside
Just provide your attention, I'll be much obliged
Then you're excused to touch the sky, like
Hands up, worship the idol!
This is a competition for the perfect disciple
You heard it's an eyeful, see for yourself, it's indescribable
Baby, my name is in the Bible
Spell it with a "J", and not with a "I" like the word "team"
It's been my dream since I was thirteen
To see it in the papers and magazines
We're making a legacy for all posterity
This is what I call prosperity
Catching your feelings
Carries me from the floor to the ceiling
Deep, down in the pit, we got damp
Rocking out like Sixty Watt Vamp
On Peavey hundred and fifty watt amps
Believe me, son, ain't no mystery god damn
Can I kick it?
No, I can't!
Not when the girl lookin' so nice and
Just giving me a peek with her low-rise pants
Somebody please come hold my hand
Hey yo, my man
Don't be controlled by the strobe light dancers
Suckers in the dumps if they don't like the answer
They got lumps growing in the throat like cancer!
Yeah man, that's for damn sure
F*ck the creeps who go to my shows to
Roll their eyes and suck their teeth
But haven't got the guts to beef!
You know what?
If you hate it so much then leave!
Aw, I didn't mean it like it sounded
Anyone who's down with the scene is my amigo for real though
Even if we feel a different stelo
You ain't gotta even love me to be my people
I keep aware of what who and where
To be prepared to see you put your hands in the air
And leave 'em there!
Run the costume jewels
I mean give me props til the music stops
Are y'all with me?
Writer: Jesse McDonald
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid