paroles de chanson Rumors (feat. The Jokerr, Cryptic Wisdom & Whitney Peyton) - Whiteout

What? The Jokerr? Man, he's garbage!

Yo, yo! You probably heard I'm a nerd
You probably heard that I talk more shit than a mouthful of turds
Livin' in my grandma's house in the burbs
On a World of Warcraft account and emerge
Only when I gotta go and get a little more cash
I have my rich mom bail out my poor ass, when I sit around doing jack-shit
And having everything given to me, free as a Goddamn bird
They probably said I was a spoiled little punk
I avoid any conflict like a damn monk
And I hide out in my studio and talk junk
If I ever had a fight I couldn't even throw a punch
They probably said I got my panties in a bunch
'Cause I was choppin' my demo when nobody gave a fuck
So, I started dissin' rappers and wanted to act up
'Cause they all where I wanna be and got what I wanted
Yo, well let me set shit clear!
I worked my ass off, even to get here
I bought my own house by saving up cash
And working at a bullshit-ass job for six years
I built my own studio, up from the ground
And reinvested my property to improve on the sound
And build the credit I needed to buy the very microphone
I'm explaining myself on when I smash on the queers
Ten more years and I ain't slowing down
The J to the O, you know I been around
Even if you tryin' to hate, even if you wanna clown
You ain't takin' away the fact that I'm stardom bound, bitch
I paid dues, now I'm cashing my chips in
The self-made man and I'm back with a vengeance
Fuck whatever rumor that you happen to mention
It doesn't even matter, 'cause I got your attention! Ha-ha!

It's amazing to me
How the same people be
On the same dick
Sayin' the same shit, same shit
Rumors
Got nothing but rumors
It's amazing to me
How the same people be
On the same dick
Sayin' the same shit, same shit
Rumors
Got nothing but rumors

You-you-you-you-you probably assume that I fuck my fans
'Cause they wanna reach out and touch my hand
What can I say, so you understand?
You're luck just ran out! Shut up, man!
I've been running amok, but I've been coming up, man
So to sum it up, something like the new jump man
I'm the new front man
No, I don't front man
You don't wanna stand in my way, when I come land
Behind my back, you say I'm stuck up
But when I come around, you shut the fuck up
I guess you must think I'm arrogant
But, please remind me why I should care, again
In my mind, I try to compare them
Sometimes, I find I'm just scaring them
So they start hating on something they don't know
Won't say it to your face don't know, won't know
Someone I know used to call me a rich kid
He was just jealous of the way I did business
Why can't I finish a sentence
Without you thinking I said that, and I did this?
I've been remaining optimistic
That maybe someday you'll stop this shit
You are not going to get my attention
'Cause you're not worth enough to mention
I've learned my lesson and you should, too
These rumors are not a good look for you
Sooner or later, they're looking at you for the answers
Go on and give them the truth, do you feel stupid yet?
I bet you do, you come to my show, won't let you through
'Cause there ain't no room for nonsense
Yeah, you will lose I promise

It's amazing to me
How the same people be
On the same dick
Sayin' the same shit, same shit
Rumors
Got nothing but rumors
It's amazing to me
How the same people be
On the same dick
Sayin' the same shit, same shit
Rumors
Got nothing but rumors

Whitney Peyton? She's on some bullshit!
Bet you heard I'm a bitch
'Cause I didn't tweet back, now you're sittin' there pissed
'Cause you heard that I'm rich
Trustfund baby, everything I want, I get?
And just 'cause I'm a chick
You assume I get down with every dude you see me with?
And you keep insistin' I have a ghostwriter
'Cause it's kinda far-fetched that I be this sick?
Sleazy dicks! Fucked'o counts!
I'm a stuck up prick, in a fucked up town
Wanna spread that 'round?
Cut that out!
You don't know shit, so shut your mouth!
Truth is, I barely do this
Pay bills at the same time my landlord's a nuisance
Thinking I got dough to blow?
You're so clueless
How could I be rich when you steal my music?
An' I spend my Friday nights at home
All alone with a beat and I write
And you keep showing off your all your fancy-ass clothes
At the same time rapping in a cheap-ass mic
Tell me, how's 'at work for you?
Should we all bow down now and adore you?
Well, maybe if you spread some bullshit around
Everyone'll hate me and support you
Right! That's logic?
Stop it!
I work hard, spit hot shit constant
Bitch, I've earned everything that I have
So, I ain't got time for no bucaca
I'm a freakin' monster
You can run and tell your mama
Get that he-said, she-said shit outta here
We ain't got no time for foolish drama

Haha, it's so funny
'Cause the same people
Spreadin' all this bullshit
Are the same ones stalkin' our Facebook pages
You can't leave us alone, can you?
I mean, if I suck so much
Then why you like me so much!?
Fuck it!

It's amazing to me
How the same people be
On the same dick (you feel me?)
Sayin' the same shit, same shit
Rumors (yeah)
Got nothing but rumors (you feel me, Cryptic?)
It's amazing to me (come on)
How the same people be (yeah)
On the same dick (Whiteout)
Sayin' the same shit, same shit (Whitney Peyton)
Rumors (and the J to the O)
Got nothing but rumors (here we go)
(And we off this bitch!)