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3st - woes lyrics

[verse 1: mike]
things change
when your parents hear your songs
you regret the things you said
and question whether it was wrong
i forgot my modesty
for the sake of comedy
honestly
i probably owe my mom and pop
a proper apology
psych, b-tch!
i’m a sick spirited lyricist
living at the tip of the social pyramid
everything is different
when you’re rich
and overprivileged
but despite the appearances
this living condition isn’t magnificent
first thing: i got a f-ck to of cash
but it’s more than i can spend
so i use it to wipe my -ss
i hear that the economy
would be more equal
if i donate some to those in need
but f-ck poor people
i got nine girls at a time
but i can only c-m once
so i gotta decide
which one to nut up on
plus i gotta choose
a body part to shoot at
there’s too many selections
and by the time that i’ve decided
i’ve lost my erection
apple of the public eye
for making rap noise
people question my s-xuality
in the tabloids
the moment my photo
goes up on the internet
somebody’s making it into a meme
everybody coming
for the women and the money
but the minute that you’re into it
you never get to leave
i was meant to be
a guy who’d never take a chance
who would never reach
for the dream of having fame and fans
who would never hear somebody tell them
“you’re my favorite band”
huh, i guess there’s been
a change of plans, tell ’em dylan

[chorus: dylan caccamesi]
oh
i’ve got so many woes
i thought life would be easy
but it’s taken over my soul
i wish that i could get privacy
when i’m all alone in my home
all this fame’s got me crazy
too much money to hold

[verse 2: saverio]
things changed
after we became a unit
we started making rap recordings
for our own amus-m-nt
but i became a pimp
when all the girlies heard our music
now i got more b-tches
than i know what to do with
and i mean it
there’s way too many ladies on my p-n-s
it used to be a treat
but now it’s really inconvenient
i knew i had an issue
once i f-cked about a dozen
but i stopped counting
when i plowed about a thousand of them
b-tches finna get this d-ck
whip out my c-ck and lube up
we do unholy sh-t
that god would not approve of
i have s-x with b-tches every minute
invented positions
i could write volume two of the kamasutra
my d-ck is overused
i think it’s turning purple
my life is unrealistic
it’s like an axe commercial
they gotta have the d
ladies chasing after me
they practically tackle me
to have a peek at its majesty
most common guys
would look at me with envy
but my d-ck is all shriveled up
my t-st-cl-s are empty
and my life’s become a living h-ll
but here’s the worst part:
i get some much p-ssy
that i don’t have time to jerk off

[chorus: dylan caccamesi & (3st)]
oh (oh)
i’ve got so many woes (woes)
i thought life would be easy
but it’s taken over my soul
i wish that i could get privacy
when i’m all alone in my home
(all alone, i’m crazy)
all this fame’s got me crazy
too much money to hold

[verse 3: brandon]
things change
when you’re famous for rhyming
always in the public eye
nothing’s ever private
fans see me on the streets
and they scream
paparazzi taking photos
for those magazines
i feel like there’s a camera on me
everywhere i go
i seen people take my picture
while i picking my nose
or while i’m p-ssing on a tree
publicly indecent
or while i’m buying my underwear
from victoria’s secret
i can’t even eat in public
they recognize my face
i’m just tryna get breakfast
from this mexican place
i’m saying, “hi, uh
can i get a quesarito burrito?”
but the man’s like…

[dylan]
oh my god, you’re brandon castillo!

[brandon]
yeah, that’s me

[dylan]
i gotta tell you man
look, i’m a big fan of 3st

[brandon]
yeah, cool

[dylan]
i think that stack it up’s
like, the best song
that i’ve ever heard

[brandon]
nice

[dylan]
and i’m close to knowing every word
to michael’s cypher verse

[brandon]
i’m thinking “mothaf-cka, i’m hungry!
just let me get my food!”
just because i’m a fantastic rapper
doesn’t mean i’m not a human too
that’s something you have to remember
rappers are just like you
only better

[verse 4: dylan caccamesi]
things change
when you’re living the good life
where am i supposed to find the time
to bang out my rhymes?
there’s only twenty-four hours in a day
to allocate my time
for banging both my girlfriend
mistress, hairdresser, and wife
i got this burning in my eyes
and it’s not just from the drugs
i got some paps with cameras flashing
blinding me for the photo blogs
i’m in the sky
attendants fight for
which one gets to jerk me off
then i step off my private jet
my ears won’t f-cking pop
man, it’s tough
everybody wants my fame
and y’all can have it
i been up late on my facebook
people calling me a f-ggot
the internet is mean to me
and fan fiction is scary, yo
i can’t log into my tumblr
without reading a
very detailed and in depth steam piece
about how i’m banging saverio
well i’m over it
i can’t drive my ferrari
because i was tweeting and totaled it
my pool’s too big
for all of my cool pool toys to float in it
and my wifi just went down
and this 3g won’t post my pic
that’s it, i quit
i need to find something better
a job that’s easy, you know?
something a monkey could master
so i guess this is a wrap
no more music for me
i’m follow my calling
of reality tv

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