歌词
Used to be a loser
Needed me a little tune up
Tell them mother****ers move out my way
Mr. Complicated
Ever since he got the cadence
They could never try to get on my case
Mmmm I think I’m
Wasted off my own supply
I’m way too fly
But I know to swing low
That’s just the way I survive
Up in the sky
When I look below
I always thought I'd play the six strings
Fingertips started craving ivory
Visions live amidst the loose leaf
Fill the tank by switching to the news feed
Dealing with a couple groupies
Spitting fiction acting like they knew me
And these dudes that used to push right through me
Run your mouth and you might catch a two piece
Okay
This room ain’t got space for me
My heads too big for this place
Oh I’m no Jesus
It’s like a fever
Mmmm I think I’m
Wasted off my own supply
I’m way too fly
But I know to swing low
That’s just the way I survive
Up in the sky
When I look below