Sick Pimpin’

Which was where I was gonna go
Next: if pizda is italian
For pussy and it's kinda like
Pizza mixed with pasta
I'm gonna start calling pussy hot burger
Let's do this let's do this it's all love
Help yourself girl, it's all love

Yo

Got a thing for those women
That don't like themselves
So either loosen up your hair
Or tighten up your belt
This time, this time is a good time for
Laugh with me got a thing for those women
That don't love themselves
So either loosen up your hair
Or tighten up your belt
This time, this time is a good time for
Sick pimpin'

You know why she's sitting by the window:
She's waiting for her prince to come
And here I am on the opposite side of the
Room trying to pretend that
I'm not that dumb
It goes older, bold, and full of cold
But did I mention that it's well deserved?
No, let's make a mess
No, let's make a baby
No, let's make some hell on earth
Do you mind if I turn out
The lights? If I'm going
To be alone I'd rather do it in the dark
So I stare at half of a beer
Half wishing that the transmission
Would stay in park she keeps the music down
So her neighbors don't complain
Keeps the drama up
So she doesn't forget the pain
I keep the momentum inside the reaction

It goes

And I'll never forget the day you woke up
To find a whole different
World underneath your socks
Forgot to check your pockets before
You the checked the cost
Yes ma'am, I saw the sign no ma'am
I couldn't stop
Drop off, now look who got water on the lawn
Whatever it takes to calm your tongue
If this living room fills
With any more faults
I'm going to cut my finger
I'm going to paint these walls
If anybody watched us
They'd probably call the cops
Cause it's obvious that neither one
Of us can adjust discussion becomes disgust
If luck was a lady I doubt she
Would save me from the bumrush
Everybody plays the fool
Everybody stays confused
And everyone breaks the rules
And everybody thinks they know everything
As wrong as it seems I don't
Sing when the sun shines
Enough is enough, but how much is too much?
Why am I still just a sheep to her touch?
Why can't I ever fall asleep at dusk?
Why feel the need to see everything crushed?
It's a big map girl, it's yours if you ask
If it don't wash up to the
Shore you won't discover it
Instead, you can hide it in your
Head with that other shit
And swallow it to chase
And follow the suffering
But I'm still smiling, still up to no great
Still trying to relocate
Somewhere I'mma find some work that matters
'Til then all you get is
My smirk and my laughter it goes

Yo let it keep going

So what are you laughing at?
I'm laughing at you
Continuing to act like you
Know what you're doing
So what do you know? The name is Sean
I don't know except you're gonna regret
The day that I'm gone

Laugh with me

Peace