Spose - f** You lyrics

[Spose] Uh, girl, yeah yeah We smoked it all [Hook: Sample of CeeLo Green's "f** You"] I see you drivin' 'round town with the girl I love And I'm like "f** you" I guess the change in my pockets wasn't enough I'm like "f** you and f** her too" Said if I was richer, I'd still be with ya Now ain't that some sh** (ain't that some sh**) And although there's pain in my chest, I still wish you the best With a "f** you" Spizzy Spose [Verse 1: Spose] It was all a dream My backpack was L.L.Bean I didn't think rap would mean tremendous cream But then I wrote a song with no guns or pimpin' And I got away with a hit, O.J. Simpson Paid off my rhymes, now I can cop an Acura Everything I've written isn't bitten like it's Dracula It's accurate, I don't wanna fall like Niagara So I'm going harder than some grandpas on Viagra Leisure isn't my procedure, neither is the Visa And my ego's never dieseled though I'm evil at the easel And I'm equal to my peoples Though I'm loco with my vocals Breaking up the dojo like Yoko broke up The Beatles Somebody pinch me, this can't be life I spark the weed like it's candlelight My life's like a virgin, Goddamn it's tight I'm alright for the night, if you don't like me, I'ma say [Partial auto-tuned hook: Spose] f** you, Spizzy Spose in your mother's face f** you, f** your dad too He's a bad dude, I heard he raped you Auto-tune this sh** tonight (ain't that some sh**) [Resumed CeeLo-sampled hook] And although there's pain in my chest, I still wish you the best With a "f** you" [Verse 2: Spose] Look, I was broke in 2009 I had astounding rhymes for your pals in line I want to blaze and freestyle, that sounds divine I'm up in York County, Maine you are bound to find Spose - big-a** nose, not arousing dimes I've been to Bang Bros 'bout a thousand times I think all your songs sound asinine Is this the rap scene I'm supposed to galvanize? I've never done that yet I'm down to try My off-the-top sh** left crowds surprised And to the big drug dealer with a pound to buy I got an eighth of the mersh from my town's supply Most rap careers here get floundered down drains Not found around fame, renowned around Maine But me, I'm the show-stealing, concert burglar Make your head Bob like it's Discount Furniture [Hook: Sample of CeeLo Green's "f** You"] I see you drivin' 'round town with the girl I love And I'm like "f** you" I guess the change in my pockets wasn't enough I'm like "f** you and f** her too" Said if I was richer, I'd still be with ya Now ain't that some sh** (ain't that some sh**) And although there's pain in my chest, I still wish you the best With a "f** you" [Verse 3: Spose] Girl, you can find me sleeping at my mother's Coming home blazed, get gluttonous on the cupboard Sneak into my room with female and rubber How things changed, the same place I first jerked under covers How pleasant things ain't, debt collector got my cell number Hunger for a million summers, got me calling out of work Otherwise I'm cooking, wipe my forehead with my shirt My mother never made supper, Alex, what is dessert? But what bird confronted on a free birch to perch Learned to live life and adulthood lurks And that's mediocrity knocking Because I'm hardly 2Pac and I do too much talking He's rocking mics as doubters are mocking him They say he burns trees like he hates oxygen Dagnabbit, despite my bad habits You can find me next to Spoon in your iPod gadget I still got a bad taste in my pallet I wonder "life, are you gonna go my way, like Lenny Kravitz?" What a tangled web I weave Spitting lies in the eyes of those I deceive But lookey here, at last an MC so rare With the truth in his face like emo hair That campground, my mom played Pokeno there Just to afford groceries, to Spose listen closely My rhymes, my pen, my mom, my dad Wonder if Maine Med would take me back My town, my peeps, my past, my weed Wonder what it'd take to get..sh** I don't know what I'm doing with my life Spose I don't know