Why you bring this nigga?
What you bring this nigga for?
Why you bring him?
You know I don't be f*cking with everybody
What you bring this nigga for?
Why you bring him?
Bewildered, bothered, and bewitched
My life has been eclipsed from stress and bullshit
From the rumble to the Ritz
On a carousel I sit
Confined to a chair, going in circles, feeling hateful and pissed
Razor to the f*cking wrist
Finding it hard to refuse and resist
You can't fire me cause I quit
My legs can't move so how the f*ck you expect me to kick
Snort it up, smell the flowers in the addict
Locked in my own attic
Like a scavenger eating roaches and rats
Trying to adapt, it's quite sporadic
I see myself as a 50's beatnik poet
Hooked on smack, On The Road, like Jack Kerouac
Eat your Naked Lunch
And feel the crunch as your tooth breaks
From chewing flakes and jagged cunts
My hair matted in clumps
Life is filled with bumps
You on the ledge then jump
Baby live it up!
Why you bring this nigga?
What you bring this nigga for?
Why you bring him?
You know I don't be f*cking with everybody
What you bring this nigga for?
Why you bring him?
Know the express before your ticket explodes
Cities of the Red Night
Lights run low
Delusions of grandeur have made me spiteful
Despicable me, I feed off the hateful
Societies façade is a fraud
Pointing fingers at the odd
F*cking boys behind the steeple
Listen people
You've been deceived
Time to set the pagans free and get the Christians off they knees
Like Aleister Crowley the demons call to me
To open up and bleed and spread the disease
Crawling through the endless endings
Only to begin at the beginning
Finger tips slowly slipping
There will be no smoking in the gas chamber
Dance on the land mine, out of time, danger!
The world is false and nothing is happily ever after
Wasn't born with enough middle fingers!
Why you bring this nigga?
What you bring this nigga for?
Why you bring him?
You know I don't be f*cking with everybody
What you bring this nigga for?
Why you bring him?
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Kounterclockwise - Why You Why Not Lyrics
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Why you bring this nigga?
What you bring this nigga for?
Why you bring him?
You know I don't be f*cking with everybody
What you bring this nigga for?
Why you bring him?
Bewildered, bothered, and bewitched
My life has been eclipsed from stress and bullshit
From the rumble to the Ritz
On a carousel I sit
Confined to a chair, going in circles, feeling hateful and pissed
Razor to the f*cking wrist
Finding it hard to refuse and resist
You can't fire me cause I quit
My legs can't move so how the f*ck you expect me to kick
Snort it up, smell the flowers in the addict
Locked in my own attic
Like a scavenger eating roaches and rats
Trying to adapt, it's quite sporadic
I see myself as a 50's beatnik poet
Hooked on smack, On The Road, like Jack Kerouac
Eat your Naked Lunch
And feel the crunch as your tooth breaks
From chewing flakes and jagged cunts
My hair matted in clumps
Life is filled with bumps
You on the ledge then jump
Baby live it up!
Why you bring this nigga?
What you bring this nigga for?
Why you bring him?
You know I don't be f*cking with everybody
What you bring this nigga for?
Why you bring him?
Know the express before your ticket explodes
Cities of the Red Night
Lights run low
Delusions of grandeur have made me spiteful
Despicable me, I feed off the hateful
Societies façade is a fraud
Pointing fingers at the odd
F*cking boys behind the steeple
Listen people
You've been deceived
Time to set the pagans free and get the Christians off they knees
Like Aleister Crowley the demons call to me
To open up and bleed and spread the disease
Crawling through the endless endings
Only to begin at the beginning
Finger tips slowly slipping
There will be no smoking in the gas chamber
Dance on the land mine, out of time, danger!
The world is false and nothing is happily ever after
Wasn't born with enough middle fingers!
Why you bring this nigga?
What you bring this nigga for?
Why you bring him?
You know I don't be f*cking with everybody
What you bring this nigga for?
Why you bring him?
What you bring this nigga for?
Why you bring him?
You know I don't be f*cking with everybody
What you bring this nigga for?
Why you bring him?
Bewildered, bothered, and bewitched
My life has been eclipsed from stress and bullshit
From the rumble to the Ritz
On a carousel I sit
Confined to a chair, going in circles, feeling hateful and pissed
Razor to the f*cking wrist
Finding it hard to refuse and resist
You can't fire me cause I quit
My legs can't move so how the f*ck you expect me to kick
Snort it up, smell the flowers in the addict
Locked in my own attic
Like a scavenger eating roaches and rats
Trying to adapt, it's quite sporadic
I see myself as a 50's beatnik poet
Hooked on smack, On The Road, like Jack Kerouac
Eat your Naked Lunch
And feel the crunch as your tooth breaks
From chewing flakes and jagged cunts
My hair matted in clumps
Life is filled with bumps
You on the ledge then jump
Baby live it up!
Why you bring this nigga?
What you bring this nigga for?
Why you bring him?
You know I don't be f*cking with everybody
What you bring this nigga for?
Why you bring him?
Know the express before your ticket explodes
Cities of the Red Night
Lights run low
Delusions of grandeur have made me spiteful
Despicable me, I feed off the hateful
Societies façade is a fraud
Pointing fingers at the odd
F*cking boys behind the steeple
Listen people
You've been deceived
Time to set the pagans free and get the Christians off they knees
Like Aleister Crowley the demons call to me
To open up and bleed and spread the disease
Crawling through the endless endings
Only to begin at the beginning
Finger tips slowly slipping
There will be no smoking in the gas chamber
Dance on the land mine, out of time, danger!
The world is false and nothing is happily ever after
Wasn't born with enough middle fingers!
Why you bring this nigga?
What you bring this nigga for?
Why you bring him?
You know I don't be f*cking with everybody
What you bring this nigga for?
Why you bring him?
Writer: Douglas Johnson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid