Don Cook - Gorgeous lyrics

[Verse 1] I'm drop dead gorgeous, pretty as a morgue is If your mother bought a house You know that Don'll pay the mortgage Can't afford it, snorting with a rolled-up dollar bill Boat without a sail, I'm floating, hot as hell How's it feel to be the one that always fails? My trials and tribulations'll earn me a record deal Eat a steak while my servant'll pay the bills Ain't worth it to be this ill, cause I'm nervous of being k**ed Still - I need a fill-up at the Shell station I think Adele's waiting, but I got my cell taken For face-timing with a naked dime And I'd do anything to make her mine and I bought that lady eight-carrot diamonds Come to find, she got a penis and her name was Ronnie That's just some really lame timing Came into the game with an emphasis on rhyming, but I've been thinking 'bout the time it took - 3 years sh**, I should've been in Hollywood Wish I had a manager like Pac had Suge I ain't end up getting shot, but I'm popular [Hook] I'm Kobe Bryant with that fadeaway To you it seems amazing, but to me, that's just my day-to-day I greet the devil's face with a friendly shake Told me keep my distance when I hit the gates I'm Kobe Bryant with that fadeaway To you it seems amazing, but to me, that's just my day-to-day I greet the devil's face with a friendly shake I told him keep his distance when I hit the stage [Verse 2] I sink my teeth into your daughter's neck You bounced a check and now I'm here to make her proud again I think I'll douse her leg after the count of ten Check the back of her trousers to track my foul offense I'll admit to feeling sour every now-and-then, that's how it's been When all of my friends compare to powerful men Since when the f** could you tell me how my hours are spent? Shout out to the pen in my fingers when I'm bouting with dread Level with my conscience 'fore I bite your arm off I'll call your momma, hot as a Korean sauna I'll take the meanest sawed-off to go and meet your barber He got you thinking that that line-up got you neat and proper You see the problem? You're popping what was not prescribed Caught you by surprise Now you're blinded by your watered eyes I think I oughta' try battling life itself My life is hell, all while living in the bible belt [Hook]