57 Pixels - Loose Leaf lyrics

[Verse 1 - Señor Wetback] Laying around with the green in my pipe Feeling lucky to be alive With all the madness going around Kids getting shot; the bad and the proud Just waiting to rot, it's like all the world wants is to drown Stupid people talking the talk But I don't see anybody walking the walk Mr. Obama I promise I don't give a f** You can talk the talk but nothing changing You just got n***as wired up ready for a hanging A Hispanic man for defending himself You know what NAACP go yourself You're just a charity case looking for trouble But guess what I'll make it double I'd pop a black kid too if he tried to k** me And I think the rest of the nation is feeling me Cause your life means to me as much as Treyvon Martin's Try and k** me expect the same back Don't give a sh** if you're white or black I'll treat you the same so stop getting so damn bu*thurt It's like the countries have to set off a red alert Every time a kid does something stupid Think it's time we were a bit more lucid And be honest with the idiots of our nation Hand out a little logic and break the tradition It's about to get a little nasty, and that's my style Wouldn't be a Wetback rhyme without talking about all these Fine b**hes who are wishing for kisses Wanting me to call them my misses Giving credit where credit is due She's always in the kitchen making me food Hasn't s** seemed a little bit lamer for you? That's cause your girl got a taste of my burrito Shoved right down her peephole Talking about how your dick is muy pequeño Hate on it all you like, Your girl is looking for my mic Pleading out for more, it's titty titty band bang oops I came all over your who*e, look at this b**h Crawling back for more [Hook] I'm alone at home like Whoopie One thing on my mind then I write it down on Loose Leaf Apart of a bigger pile like groupies I'm alone at home like Whoopie One thing on my mind then I write it down on Loose Leaf Apart of a bigger pile like groupies One thing on my mind then I write it down on Loose Leaf [Verse 2 - 57 Pixels] Been here for three weeks, I'm already calling it quits Have you heard my new jingles b**h, you'd prolly sh** bricks f** if it's quick, but I'm getting tired of waiting And I'm not the best I just want to say bye to complaining Haven't been high lately, been called a cry baby And I lie blatantly, like I am that will-lang-ly Look it's about time my fan base will start No one likes playing cards with me cause I'm known for breaking hearts Real friends those words can be put together? Look at how many people have heard my sh** and try to not call me a stupid failure But I don't want to s** and please the mic And take control of this game like I'm f**ing Jesus Christ This is that want and need; so tight It's like the gap between some and thing, a'ight? Get it? Nah, my sh** makes no sense Like these pasty people saying Mex dirt has the highest potence My mind is f**ing twisted like when hoes sit It's bogus these poets focus, is hopeless By my moment, and my opponents claim it. So atrocious I won't be a homeless hottest whom lives with rodents [Hook]x2 I'm alone at home like Whoopie One thing on my mind then I write it down on Loose Leaf Apart of a bigger pile like groupies One thing on my mind then I write it down on Loose Leaf