Lyrics
Well I tried to paint my mind
But now I'm stuck here in the middle
Got this scalpel in my hand
I'm operating on this riddle
Got my tongue on tight-knot
On my forehead placed a label
Took all my inspiration
Cause your name was on the table
Let's talk about me,
Let's talk about you,
I know your type
I know exactly what you wanna do
And if the money's right
You think I'd disagree
So sell your single twenty
Pop a head and sell the script?
And sell yourself
Don't be a fool
Sell yourself
?
Sell yourself
Don't be a fool
Sell yourself
Sell yourself
All my memory shard becomes dirty little pieces
Choking on your cancer, waitin' on to new releases
No more need to operate
You are ready for the masses
Nothing more to give you
You are ready for the masses
Let's talk about me,
Let's talk about you,
I know your type
I know exactly what you wanna do
And if the money's right
You think I'd disagree
So sell your single twenty
Pop a head and sell the piece?
And sell yourself
Don't be a fool
Sell yourself
?
Sell yourself
Don't be a fool
Sell yourself
Sell yourself
Sell yourself
Sell yourself
Sell yourself
Sell yourself
Don't be a fool
Sell yourself
?
Sell yourself
Don't be a fool
Sell yourself
Sell yourself
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