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dylan soulard - 1999 lyrics

[intro]
(nothing can bother me, but)
i stay close to the edge so

[verse one]
when i die don’t cry, i done left behind a legacy
give it time
you’ll realize
in mines i was a motherf-cking g
in mines i was a motherf-cking g
she say i’m still a kid on the inside
but i don’t take that as an insult
i smile
and play with this mattel toy
her ex-friend, my brand new bend-a-hoe
now i’m
running through the city
with a mirror ’cause i’m pretty
ask it who the flyest of em all
it replies
“who the f-ck are you and why you talking to a mirror on a wall?”
timing’s wrong again like
tick tick tick, aww

[verse two]
alright i’ll cut out the goofy sh-t
but on a serious tip
here’s some common sense
stop and sniff the roses
flip a couple copper discs
in hopes of tearing open
fabric of magnum opus
pick apart the inside
like peter and his peck of pickled peppers
find what makes sh-t hot
and sell a couple million records
that’s the dream ain’t it? (ain’t it)
get the cream ain’t it? (ain’t it)
that’s why you scheme ain’t it? (ain’t it?)
handrub all day
plot all night boy
all brrr no bite makes y’all some dull boys
“oh we got cash! oh we got -ss!”
claim bold n brash
but belong in the

[bridge]
squidward: “how about this one? i call it ‘bold and brash’!”
art critic: more like belongs in the trash!
trashman:”sorry, i must have missed that one”

[verse three]
i remember being 8, writing books
now i open up my pages
plow through chapters
peer through gl-sses, take a look
i remember being told i couldn’t kick it with the cool kids and sh-t
’cause my gl-sses
and sh-t, i remember back in cl-ss praying on some grab–ss
as the teacher blabbed about some sh-t i knew i’d never use
like abstract math
wishing i could cop a gun
and blow my brains out into the bay
like st. jimmy in green day
every single mother f-cker i ever knew
telling me
“oh dylan, you’re weird, but like, in a good way!”
yeah i was weird but like, f-ck what you say
and ain’t sh-t funny how ain’t sh-t changed
and now st. dylan bids y’all a nice life
and a great
night

- dylan soulard lyrics

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