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llegos - jazz lyrics

intro
does an insomniac get up early or stay up late?
from dusk till dawn
my musk turns on
my l-st for songs
…f-ck i’m on…

verse
lucy is an alcoholic, i love that b-tch
tuesday she was calling, what she said didn’t stick
loosely bothered by her habit she couldn’t kick
stupid and annoying, solved it by a cl1ck
infected, this holds on to me like tendonitis
pressure steady builds like in a sinus
rolled back inside of my blanket like linus
i messed with the wrong girl but maybe i’m just biased
the fl1ck of her cigarettes, an inlet
of her distress
her inside is a silhouette of a pig pen, her ash hits my skin again
she’s everywhere, imbedded in the internet
my intellect, she lives in it
she loves it when, i spend franklins
on banquets and her lingerie
sanction her into long foreplay
banking that i can spank her and
hang ankles as we partake play
in a tangle of our black love
we get high from this dangerous drug
flying in the sky but remain stuck
on lies and disguises, we’re dumbstruck
she eyes me close by, what a snoopy f-ck
but the way she moves is crafty
bats an eyelid to hide in, her inner brat
a master of my head, raises the one in my khakis
offers a slice of her peppermint patty
then so fast she turns nasty
vast allegations start to rally
“you did this, you did that
i’m sick of your jazz, i’m so over”
she packs her bags, then loads her rover
disappears in a flash, doesn’t ask for closure
but soon after that, her heads back on my shoulder
this girl is a track, i stupidly ride her roller coaster
that’s why i wrote this rap, composed this song bent over like schroeder
i’m charlie brown with this gnarly sound
and i’ve hardly found the words to describe how much i love to hate this girl
she’s so made up like a clown
ms. barbie likes to lounge, around
all day then put on a snazzy gown
go to town and pound party rounds
i just hope she starts to drown

hook (x2)
i’m sick of your jazz
what you say is so unpredictable like scat
i won’t miss you, you were just a fad
i hope the only thing that kiss you is food until you’re fat
hoe
i’m sick of you’re jazz

outro
ah this girl man, this girl would get under my skin
this girl was like those bugs in the mummy ya know?
like she would just (aaahhh!), eat me alive
i made the stupid mistake of caring for her
i mean she was hopping on my d-ck and telling me she was loving it…i’m like “yo this ain’t mcdonald’s
you hungry hip-hoe”
hey lucy, i never told you this but, you know that red dress you had? that one with like that black stripe down the side?
yeah i thought that dress did make you look fat! ha!
you know what i should’ve said when you asked me that?
i should’ve said “well no need to go to the optometrist…”
d-mn, that’s cold
i hope you hear that and it makes you sit in bed and start crying and you eat a whole carton of ice cream to yourself
like, and hey y’all, to the listener right now, lemme speak to ya
i love people, i really do
i don’t like to be condescending and put people down
but hey lucy! kiss my b-tt!
lucy you are such a inconsiderate person
i mean you take, you take and you take and you take!
how about you take this?
i’m flipping the microphone off right now
d-mn i wish i had more middle fingers…
like is your b-tt jealous from all the sh-t that comes out of your mouth?
i mean i guess you can keep talking though, i mean, maybe something eventually intelligent will come out
it’s bound to happen right?
i hope your cd player lucy in your car, breaks right now and the only thing that you can listen to is this song
over and over and over
like maybe you’ll be able to understand how just frustrating it was to listen to you “blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah”
over and over, about the stupidest sh-t!
i know some of y’all are probably thinking like
“nick, shut the f-ck up. this is supposed to be an album. quit talking, start rapping. w-why you doing this? like, this is the first song on your album. w-w-what?”
that’s how much i hate this girl!
yo lucy, like hey i don’t want you die or hurt yourself
at least not too bad…
i-i mean i would never wish that upon you but
i hope this song makes you get your sh-t together, i mean, i really do
seriously i really do
but until then….f-ck you!

outro
oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-o-wo-o-wo-o-wo
oh i have, had enough of your jazz
oh i have had enough of your
oh-o-oh-o-oh-o-o
oh i have had enough of your jazz
oh i have, oh i have
oh i have had enough of your jazz
oh i have…

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