 |
| Pm Dawn The Bliss Album Plastic (3:48) (A. Cordes) Prince sing another song, it's written on your face. Instead I put pressure on the whole damn place. I never liked running through the crowd with no proof. So now I gotta flex in the steps of the truth. Forever hearing Prince has to stick to his kind. Prince make a love song about a Tech 9. I thought Prince Be had to be Prince Be. Yet they wanna riff when they find I disagree. With that dog eat dog, I'm a get mine. Even if I'm steppin on your frame of mind. You can ring things where the ringin' things at. But Prince Be thinks it's widdack. So now I'm accused of spiking the punch. And I'll be the scapegoat for faking the funk. But when they set up another prime time beef. What's hard at first but melts in the heat. They call that plastic... (Chorus) (What) Plastic y'all. Plastic (what) plastic y'all. Plastic (what) plastic y'all. Plastic (what) plastic y'all. Shake it up over here... (Repeat Chorus) Lord what they wanna serve me now. A cup of dried rainbows and a dark cloud. You wanna picture me as you well, no way. See I'm into innovations OK, don't you know. They itchy itchy me when they itchy itchy you, Passin off the mic through the kissy kissy crew. What else can display through a mind that's foul. Can the politics show you how come on now... I refused to be used as an under cover clone. Or even bad to the bone. Nocturnal caps an "Uh oh" persona. That calculate traits that do what you wanna what... Tic toc me for the crazy fliz. Do you really wanna know what a sell out is. Did ya ever see a feather that could break a nut. They melt every time you heat 'em up. Because they're... (Chorus) I don't know hip hop, what's this? Huh, what's this? You know, what's this? What's this?... See what I'm sayin'... Save the snakes because you can't find me. You treat me right, I'll be good to you. Whatever's clever for the scapegoat's toys. The most superficial, sacrificial, interincarnational costume ever, and that's call plastic... And that's foul... I'll be the scapegoat, And that' foul... I'll be the sellout, And that's foul... I'll be the wick wick wack. And that's foul... |
Videos
|
Add
All lyrics are property and copyright of their owners. All lyrics provided for educational purposes only.
Copyright © 2007-2009 LyricWorld.com, LoiNhac.com
© 2009 lyricworld.com, loinhac.com are two of a family of companies in the LmVN Group.