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speak - mouth lyrics

[intro: speak and [?]]
[?]

[chorus: speak]
six hundred suits, twelve pairs of boots
i run with them weirdos, cavemen, and brutes
artists and k!llas, we one in the same
groupies come and they go, i’m just happy i came

[verse 1: speak]
yo
i show up like i own the d-mn premises
the hair god, make it look so effortless
full blown pessimist, word to my therapist
primma donna syndrome, b-tch
please pardon my arrogance
gnarly, gnarly, more alcohol and more cigarettes
f-ck the small talk, baby, can we get ignorant?
hustle like an immigrant
imagination infinite
[?], sh-t
told them that i lived for this
think i’m mr. popular
poppin’ at them officers
the man that made a scene up at them universal offices
sabotage my career, f-cked it within a year
phone stopped ringing, sh-t, i guess i keep singin’
they tryin’ have a meetin’
well, i’m tryin’ find a [?]
while my bank accounts depletin’ and my heart and brain are bleedin’
i made another mess on the desk of some executive
live fast, die slow
bury me in decadence

[chorus: speak]
six hundred suits, twelve pairs of boots
i run with them weirdos, cavemen, and brutes
artists and k!llas, we one in the same
groupies come and they go, i’m just happy i came
x2

[verse 2: speak]
ego driven motor mouth
[?]
never sip the ace of spades, i’d rather play some motörhead
move like a [?]
over work and under paid
nothing left to lose now, except my life
i ain’t afraid
take a bullet for your team
if i die, pour some heem
if that money big enough, you sell your soul to live them dreams
pennies in my pocket, pennies on my feet
[?] on the jersey, orlando versus heat
m-m-m-magic when i speak
it’s magic versus [?]
they it’s magic in the makin’, all the b-tches do concur
a funny thing occurred on the way to the stud, (what?)
i was stabbed in the back
but i guess i’ll make do, sh-t

[skit: [?]]
all right, hey there, anthony
are ya dead yet?
no

[chorus: speak]
six hundred suits, twelve pairs of boots
i run with them weirdos, cavemen, and brutes
artists and k!llas, we one in the same
groupies come and they go, i’m just happy i came
(clapping and cheering)

[outro: [?]]
ladies and gentlemen
for the first time on north american soil
please welcome gnarly davidson vs. the marlboro man

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