(Holding on for your call) It's a different kind of danger 'Cause I'm gonna be free and I'm gonna be fine And the bells are ringing out And I'm calling for my mother As I pull the pillars down And my feet are spinning around Never knew I was a dancer

In the end it all goes away How do I feel What do I say Who can believe you The Kombucha mushroom people Sitting around all day Let your mother pray (sugar) Fuck you, it all goes away I'm not there all the time you know

That'll get me high Just a stupid motherfucker If I die, I die Yeah! Alright! I'm looking for a mother Watching it all, fading,

Nigga you should salute me, nigga you should salute me Fix your motherfuckin face nigga! Look at these fuckin chimpanzees Bunch of fuckin monkeys (Mr. Porter!) I been shot, I been stabbed I took all that I have to give And I never ran, never have

They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy In the house of the rising sun There is a house in Sin City And God, I know I'm one My mother was a tailor She sewed my new blue jeans My father was a gamblin' man Down in Sin City

Just be as you are Be as you are, be as, be as you are But in times of trouble I can turn to my mother And I know that she gon' understand And she told me, young man There are moments when you fall to the ground But you are stronger than you feel you are

Cause that where them real niggas at. The royal penis is clean your highness Thank you, king shit Yeah motherfuckers! Welcome to the United States of America. Time to roll out the red carpet on y'all bitch asses. Hailing from the filthy, dirty South,

Another one, we on another one (Another one) Right from Decatur, it's the greater one (Decatur) I swear that my brother like my mother's son (My mother's son) Ashes to ashes, that's the dust, nigga (That's the dust, nigga) At the end of the day, all we

Let's show 'em how to live this life Show 'em how to live this life I wanna break you off like right now What a beautiful life Oh shit I'm finally famous And I'm rolling with the motherfuckin' top down How can you blame us? And I'ma need that penthouse

You know I stay on the grind, you know I bust with that knife You know I stay with the weed, you know I got what you need We gonna end all discussion, we gonna rush the, we gonna rush them Are motherfuckers ready, I said, motherfucker are you ready It's