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Oh, they twist my words and quotations (They do) Like I need any more motivation (Melbourne) I had no class, no money, no lady Ex-pizza boy, now I'm throwin' dough crazy Crazy, no words can explain the lack of fucks I give These rappers need to suck my dick as dry as the Sahara is I got bars like Xanax dealers, all my friends are pharmacists Caterpillars in my hypothalamus, they burrowing You talk but don't listen, I'm going through some weird shit You move to the rhythm of the city that we live in Woah, I told you I ain't no saint But you wouldn't listen, no You wouldn't hear me, no You must be out your coconut, going through my phone and stuff Young, drunk Australian, I'm going Russell Crowe on ya You say I'm a chauvinist, I say, "Well, whose show is this?" You know where the door is at, or do I need to show you it? I became a monster somewhere, I'm retracing my steps Studio, bad hoe bedroom, studio, well, I'm just changing, I guess Cops used to stop me and say, "I need your name and address" I would say "Usain Bolt", then I gave it the legs I don't get no happiness from their failures Letras de cancionesI really wish them the best in this game here I got all my own stress and these payslips I don't get any rest, I'm awake all the time In my room pacing like Indiana I need Rihanna or somebody really similar I've been off the drugs a while, I'm thinking clearer I think I'm worse when I'm sober, baby, text my dealer I told you I ain't no saint But you wouldn't listen, no You wouldn't hear me, no And now I'm getting the blame I told you I ain't no saint But you wouldn't listen, no You wouldn't hear me, no The city gets us all down sometimes But if you're having fun, yeah If you're having fun If you're having fun, you're not wasting time If you're not crazy, get crazy, it's a crazy life You're like my lady, but you're not ladylike Smoking hazy until we get McGrady eye Yeah, we overtaking, Talladega Nights Swerving through lanes on the way to mine I don't give a fuck what you talking about Angel of death in a boarded-up town You talk but don't listen, I'm going through some weird shit You move to the rhythm of the city that we live in I told you I ain't no saint But you wouldn't listen, no You wouldn't hear me, no And now I'm getting the blame I told you I ain't no saint But you wouldn't listen, no You wouldn't hear me, no From Letras Mania