paroles de chanson I'M HIM - Ryan Oakes , Ethan Ross
All
black
fit
like
I
preach
my
sins
If
you
woke
up
rich,
then
I
guess
we're
twins
The
roof's
on
fire,
but
the
world
still
spins
For
the
next
best
thing,
and
I
guess
I'm
him
(wait,
what?)
Yes,
I
said
I
am
him
I
got
all
of
my
haters
a
small
violin
I'm
under
their
skin
I
keep
rackin'
up
wins,
watch
me
do
it
again
I'm
the
story
of
the
year,
at
least
that's
how
they
gon'
spin
it
But
I
been
buzzin'
for
a
decade,
I
don't
need
15
minutes
And
you
might
ask
around
about
me
and
get
nothin'
but
crickets
'Cause
I
make
is
silent,
but
I'm
finally
finished
I
need
another
round,
don't
give
me
the
runaround
I
don't
do
no
high-fives,
if
you
never
hung
around
I
hope
you
got
nine
lives?
If
I
ever
swung
around
You
my
reputation,
fits,
I
know
you
dug
around,
yeah
Na-na-na-na,
na-na-na-na,
na-na-na-na-na
I'ma
take
your
place
Na-na-na-na,
na-na-na-na,
na-na-na-na-na
Sorry
for
the
wait
All
black
fit
like
I
preach
my
sins
If
you
woke
up
rich,
then
I
guess
we're
twins
The
roof's
on
fire,
but
the
world
still
spins
For
the
next
best
thing,
and
I
guess
I'm
him
(wait,
what?)
Yes,
I
said
I
am
him
I
got
all
of
my
haters
a
small
violin
I'm
under
their
skin
I
keep
rackin'
up
wins,
watch
me
do
it
again
(It's
the
motherfuckin'
cone
gang)
Comin'
through
the
front
and
they
afraid
So
they
escape
through
the
exit
I
take
the
favorites
you
mess
with
and
do
what
they
do
but
best
it
I
got
immaculate
swagger
and
it
got
my
haters
affected
Been
havin'
problems
with
the
law,
bitch,
I
was
late
to
this
session
Runnin'
through
the
fields,
too
swift,
villain
with
my
scorn
Runnin'
through
the
hills,
blue
strip
bills
when
I
perform
Same
old
baggy
hoodie
on
me
but
this
one
costed
more
Bangin'
on
'em–bum,
bum,
bum–unlock
your
door
(bitch)
All
black,
fitted
up,
body
bag,
zip
it
up
Autograph
titties
but
contracts,
rip
'em
up
Bloodthirsty,
I'ma
need
a
tall
glass,
sippin'
cup
Unworthy
heads,
push
'em
all
back,
gettin'
buck
All
black
fit
like
I
preach
my
sins
If
you
woke
up
rich,
then
I
guess
we're
twins
The
roof's
on
fire,
but
the
world
still
spins
For
the
next
best
thing,
and
I
guess
I'm
him
(wait,
what?)
Yes,
I
said
I
am
him
I
got
all
of
my
haters
a
small
violin
I'm
under
their
skin
I
keep
rackin'
up
wins,
watch
me
do
it
again
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