I'm not here to entertain you I'm here to meet my friend the Russian The Irish, the German, the Columbian I don't care how bad I fuck up I care about how fucked up I get I'm not your clown I'm your dealer And I'm holding three bindles of bullshit And you're buyin' them 'cause you are addicted To the pure and totally uncut I'm not here to amuse you I'm here to abuse my body I'm here because old habits die hard And seriously, what else am I supposed to do? This isn't my job, my hobby, my habit It's sad, but this is my life Welcome to our mission statement Total self-debasement And not giving our all Watch us Fall! It's not that we don't pull it It's just that we only give about 60 or so percent Would you rather be fed bullshit From some 20-something, makeup wearing, popstar "This one goes out to all our fans all over the world Without you, we'd just be us. So, I just wanna say thank you! We fuckin' love you, Modesto!" Fuck you! And you're takin' it easy before the show So you won't lose your voice And disappoint your fans routine And you don't care about the children You don't even know them All you know is their money

Oui L'alcool est l'chemin le plus court vers l'adultère, honnêtement Puceau en chien sur une meuf plus âgée qui l'avait d'jà fait Donc j'ai fait semblant de l'avoir fait, pour faire le grand Pourtant j'étais p'tit, après j'ai compris Que quand j'serai grand, Je regretterai tout c'qui s'est passé car finalement J'ai passé ma vie à vivre en rappel Deux journées plus tôt, de peine je crois que Le temps passe vite mais qu'on oublie rien de c'qu'on a raté La vie ne fait que 60 années, pour profiter, il faut pécher Donc on hésite puis on s'fait chier, donc on médite pour exister Donc on s'évite pour s'retrouver, après faut juste s'laisser aller Pourtant, la mort s'est fait toute belle pour un rencard de mariage forcé Cherche aucun nom sur la sonnette, appuie sur l'bouton à l'aveuglette J'ai profité, quitte à pécher car la vie ne fait que 60 années Olala, olala, olala oui 60 années Olala, olala, olala oui Bah oui, hey Les jeunes d'aujourd'hui m'ont dit "Dems On veut la montre, fuck le temps" Pensant qu'le temps cours après la montre Sauf que les aiguilles s'arrêtent avant Mets ta ceinture mais sache que tu peux mourir au moindre accident Crois pas qu'c'est simple, crois pas qu'c'est dur Crois juste en toi, crois pas les gens J'viens de la rue, d'la belle étoile Pour vivre dans l'abus, hôtel cinq étoiles Des fois, je regrette quand j'y repense J'fumais mon petch, ma Gordon me manque Le futur existe que parce qu'on y croit Si demain s'arrête, j'te connaitrais mieux J'parlerai de moi comme si c'était toi J'parlerai de nous comme si c'étaient eux Pendant qu'on s'rapproche pour s'refouler Ou faire semblant d'à nouveau s'aimer L'amour si vieille, se fait rebelle comme un Standard veut improvisé Cherche aucun son sur la trompette, appuie sur l'piston à l'aveuglette J'ai profité, quitte à pécher car la vie ne fait que 60 années Olala, olala, olala oui 60 années Olala, olala, olala oui Bah oui 60 années

Ils attendent l'équinoxe pour briller Moi j'ai déjà pris mon billet Ils font même plus d'sons mais reçoivent les billets C'est à moi qu'il faut les virer J'parle plus à Tchikita blonde aux yeux verts j'ai plus trop de temps pour le bleh Dans un putain d'noir Range Rover j'ai pris mon passé par l'arrière Des couteaux Wenger dans l'arsenal Comme Arsène j'manie mes sons comme à Arsenal Sur Spotify J'te raconte ma vie mes états d'âme J'veux pas baiser madame J'veux juste mon cash rembourser Madre J'te jure qu'ils sont pas prêts On a investi on est carré

Ever since I got to ATL, I've been livin' like Nu Nu I ain't Hollywood, I'm Honolulu Prolly sittin' at the bar binge watchin' Hulu Bartender send a Bloody Mary, I said, "Suwoop" Took a lil' time for me to recoup, now I'm back and on my voodoo I've been writin' verses like the Hebrew Rappin' in the ring with the queen, you'll be askin' for a redo Have you walkin' 'round your city sayin', "Wee-woo" Fuck around and send you runnin' back to your people I am not your fuckin' equal, I'm Kitana, this is lethal Welcome to another sequel, Iamdoechii, you poquito Make it supersized in my motherfuckin' mojito We ain't rollin' blunts, my nigga, we roll burritos Me, myself and I, te amo the three amigos That is not a flex, lil' nigga, the lil' flames with the Cheetos Past tense, we already seen those, we know And he know, and she know, ah Told me hit 'em up, I ain't got the data This year the 'Gram, next year gon' be the Fader Doechii gon' shit and y'all gon' eat Been a long week, motherfucker, don't speak

I'm not here to entertain you I'm here to meet my friend the Russian The Irish, the German, the Columbian I don't care how bad I fuck up I care about how fucked up I get I'm not your clown I'm your dealer And I'm holding three bindles of bullshit And you're buyin' them 'cause you are addicted To the pure and totally uncut I'm not here to amuse you I'm here to abuse my body I'm here because old habits die hard And seriously, what else am I supposed to do? This isn't my job, my hobby, my habit It's sad, but this is my life Welcome to our mission statement Total self-debasement And not giving our all Watch us Fall! It's not that we don't pull it It's just that we only give about 60 or so percent Would you rather be fed bullshit From some 20-something, makeup wearing, popstar "This one goes out to all our fans all over the world Without you, we'd just be us. So, I just wanna say thank you! We fuckin' love you, Modesto!" Fuck you! And you're takin' it easy before the show So you won't lose your voice And disappoint your fans routine And you don't care about the children You don't even know them All you know is their money

Just like the Kennedys killed Marilyn Monroe The Reagans had a secret the public couldn't know At Winterland his wife was wankin' a kid And he couldn't let anyone know what she did The voters couldn't know about Nancy and Sid I'm sorry dear, but this is how it's gotta be You gotta kill the groupie and frame the junkie No one cares about Nancy Spungeon And Sid will be on the Rikers in the dungeon If you wanna be the first lady, you gotta get rid of Sid And make it look like an OD Make it look like an OD Make it look like an OD Make it look like an OD (make it look like an OD) Hinckley didn't do it for Jodie Foster He was a Pistols fan and a punk rocker He wanted revenge on the first lady But instead, he shot Reagan and James Brady Well, everybody knows was Mrs. Reagan did Sid never killed Nancy, Nancy killed Sid Now we all know what Nancy did (Nancy killed Sid) She stabbed the groupie and blamed it on Sid (Nancy killed Sid) Now we all know what Nancy did (Nancy killed Sid) She stabbed the groupie and blamed it on Sid

'There's something wrong with the kids in my neighbourhood They always listen to mom They disregard civil disobedience They'd rather do what they're told They don't drink, or fuck, or fight They sit home, and read, expand their minds There's something wrong with the kinds in my cul de sac Their always goin to church They dress well and they're Speaking articulate They show each other respect They're never late, don't smoke Or break rules They eat right, study hard They like school There's something wrong with the kids in my neighbourhood'

Possessions never meant anything to me I'm not crazy Well that's not true, I've got a bed And a guitar, and a dog named Bob who pisses on my floor That's right, I've got a floor So what? So what? So what? I've got pockets full of Kleenex and lint and holes Where everything important to me Just seems to fall right down my leg And onto the floor My closest friend linoleum Linoleum Supports my head Gives me something to believe That's me on the beachside, combin' the sand Metal meter in my hand Sportin' a pocket full of change That's me in the street with a violin under my chin Playin' with a grin Singin' gibberish That's me on the back of the bus That's me in the cell That's me inside your head That's me inside your head That's me inside your head

It's 3 o'clock at the Triple Rock, another round of watching Paddy talk It's where you wanna get snowed in when you get Snowed in, outside it's 10 below, is it day or night, we don't care or know What we know is that we don't wanna be Anywhere but here, please don't make us leave When in Minnesota and you got a drinking quota I'm seeing double at the Triple Rock, we're still here watching Paddy talk Then undress, then get out the duct tape The one question still remains, how much more art can we take? I'll let you know when the medication wears off I'm a religious drunk and this is where I pray The church of alcoholics can't break up the congregation Give us air to breathe, through carbonation We are at liquor church, genuflecting on barstools We're praying that the taps will keep the holy water flowing Key kicks of communion, then a long night of confessions Coming home afternoon seems to raise a lot of questions When in Minnesota and you got a drinking quota

I'm not insane I'm not bummed out I got no one to blame Nothing to change I got no evil to fight One thing's for sure I'm all outta angst Society don't bother me And there's something wrong with that I'm off to Pakistan Learn the laws of Islam Fundamentalism Forget that rock 'n' roll No cigarette, no drink In fact, It's difficult to think about getting laid When you don't even get to see her face I'm not insane I'm not insane I'm not liquored up I got nothin' to do, nothin' to lose I got no place to call home One thing's for sure I'm all outta angst Society don't bother me, and there's something wrong with that Next step Mongolia Don't get to golf or fuck or bowl with 'ya Throw out that handicap No stepping out, till spring In fact it's difficult to sing when it's 20 below And that's during the day I'm not insane