Cynic - Mind f** lyrics

[Verse 1: Cynic] These lames they all trick n ride With them I don't really vibe I rather study character Then drink & try to socialize My pockets is alright I got my own f**ing high Got my own b**hes too So homie keep pa**ing me by It's never personal, I'm telling you why Cuz I been around the world And everywhere is the same lie I been around the world, not everywhere is the same high If the homies smash your girl Guaranteed she's gonna tell you bye These broads love me, cuz I gave 'em the knowledge I teach 'em things In a couple months, they gonna learn in college Explain, create your stories While she slurping & vibing We talking religion, science, astrology Big bang theory, while she moaning & swallowing She knows I'm from the streets, so she thinks I'm astonishing I love life, I live it with no limits When it's all said & done, will they be there when I finish (when I finish, when I finish) [Hook] Yo, I gave you earth lessons, I came to you as a blessing If my girl think I'm loyal then that b**h is a fool You hit like d**, s**y mothaf**a So we can never be a couple hun Yo, I gave you earth lessons, I came to you as a blessing If my girl think I'm loyal then that b**h is a fool You hit like d**, s**y mothaf**a f** love, all I got for ho's is hard dick and bubble gum [Verse 2: Sick Jacken] Yo, I lay back in the cut like.. The world is mine, and all I need is one mic One bottle and one broad, I Just might I still like to live the single life some nights Only problem, b**hes come back when its done right Tell 'em what they wanna hear Verbal sk** is dumb nice Spit in her mouth while digging her out Dick in the trout The broads dig it, cuz I'm big in the south Empty promises, no games I just can't be honest It's f** love Groupie Puss thrown at the artists (damn) What am I to do? When she make it hard Just one thing to do, stick it in her orifice I make 'em feel like I love 'em for just a bit And always lose, when we start to play just the tip Had good times and got busted a grip It's your fault cuz you trusted the dick You're mind f**ed b**h [Hook] [Verse 3: Murs] I bet I'll f** that b**h Even though she looking at me, like I ain't sh** Look I got more confidence then I got hair What chu think you a dime b**h? pft I don't care You can stand over there, thinking you too good We drinking Hennessy, so you think that we too hood Like we just some thugs, who ain't about sh** But before you start to judge, let break down your outfit 50 dollar shoes with your 50 dollar dress on Homemade manicure, nothing but some press-ons Smelling like the perfume on sale at Sephora 40 Dollar bag but you paid more for it These Forever 21 broads, ain't about nothin' That's why they a** will be forever looking for husband You see 'em mind f** 'em Break down their self-esteem Then build em back up and have playing for your team [Hook]