Henry Bowers - Stealin' Cookies paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson Stealin' Cookies - Henry Bowers



Keep a civil tongue in your head, Bowers
Or you'll be out of the job
B-B-B-Bowers
Out-Out of the job
Emerging from the depth of all human villainy
Spitting words with every breath till rap music's killing me
Eluding all the prudent fools consumed by dignity
As I'm moving through illuminated to my victory
The underestimated underdog will never be domesticated
Guess they hate it 'cause I'm on the rise like an escalator
Let's debate the pros and cons of a broken arm
Or shut the fuck up and enjoy the song "shut up Bowers!"
No I'm gonna be the guy with the wicked rhyme stuck up in your mind
All the time they could never find
Trickery as quite sickening as mine
And then I'm leaving you behind
With a bit of fright flicker in your eyes
Time to cry for some help tighten your belt my time is now
See I'm not gonna shut up for anyone or for anything
Recitals are vital to me so I just call it medicine
A veteran better than all competitors' ever seen
So stop it and sock it I'm dropping off another evergreen
I took a single look I never shook or ducked out
Like a crook who's stealin' cookies from a rookie girl scout
Realizing that my fire is about to burn out
So I'm writing like I'm trying to make every word count
I took a single look I never shook or ducked out
Like a crook who's stealin' cookies from a rookie girl scout
Realizing that my fire is about to burn out
So I'm writing like I'm trying to make every word count
A demon is screaming inside my head
As if it was sent to beat me senseless
They never mentioned these expenses like I was meant to be defenseless
The rage is elementary and it's offensively relentless
But evidently this here frenzy befriends me so recent me
But it was already settled it was all inevitable
Time for me to face the devil with my bass and treble
Mama surely raised a rebel so we got along great
Safe to say the fallen angel sure has come a long way
Stepping into the vicinity of my divinity
Finding yourself in a bitter
Infinity step in the ring
And you better be ready and steady on point
Flipping the coin
Finding yourself in a bit of a mess
I pity the fool
But nevertheless
I'm bringing new fuel to the stake on which you bake
Better be making no mistake
Or taking the bate
I never debate
So when I be bringing it let it be heard
You better be clinging to every word
And I'm sick of the bigotry open your mind
And you'll really be feeling me poking around
The biggest of all of the jokers around
But still I'm the one who be holding it down
I took a single look I never shook or ducked out
Like a crook who's stealin' cookies from a rookie girl scout
Realizing that my fire is about to burn out
So I'm writing like I'm trying to make every word count
I took a single look I never shook or ducked out
Like a crook who's stealin' cookies from a rookie girl scout
Realizing that my fire is about to burn out
So I'm writing like I'm trying to make every word count
I'm above y'all you need to climb a mountain to reach me
Now I'm shouting on these beats with a mouth full of sweet teeth
And don't be getting it twisted not sure you're willing to risk it
See I'm that villainous wizkid stealing your biscuits
I guess that's just the way my lust-for-fame-infected brain reacts
Don't make mistakes I take the cake a pastry kleptomaniac
So quit your bitching you be tripping like you took a stumble
All you geeks just fall to pieces just the way the cookie crumbles
Guess some of my thoughts are better kept safe
But it doesn't matter I'm dead anyway
They're dreaming of putting my head on a plate
And serving it with lemonade
Now I'm stuck in the middle so get out the way
'Cause biting my tongue has a venomous taste
I'm nodding my head to whatever they say
But still I would never obey
Instead I took a single look I never shook or ducked out
Like a crook who's stealin' cookies from a rookie girl scout
Realizing that my fire is about to burn out
So I'm writing like I'm trying to make every word count
I took a single look I never shook or ducked out
Like a crook who's stealin' cookies from a rookie girl scout
Realizing that my fire is about to burn out
So I'm writing like I'm trying to make every word count
I took a single look I never shook or ducked out
Like a crook who's stealin' cookies from a rookie girl scout
Realizing that my fire is about to burn out
So I'm writing like I'm trying to make every word count



Writer(s): Henry Bowers, Logophobia


Henry Bowers - A Delicate Craft
Album A Delicate Craft
date de sortie
22-05-2017




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