Speak - Mouth lyrics

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Speak - Mouth lyrics

[Intro: Speak and [?]] [?] [Chorus: Speak] Six hundred suits, twelve pairs of boots I run with them weirdos, cavemen, and brutes Artists and k**as, we one in the same Groupies come and they go, I'm just happy I came [Verse 1: Speak] Yo I show up like I own the damn premises The hair god, make it look so effortless Full blown pessimist, word to my therapist Primma Donna Syndrome, b**h Please pardon my arrogance Gnarly, gnarly, more alcohol and more cigarettes f** the small talk, baby, can we get ignorant? Hustle like an immigrant Imagination infinite [?], sh** Told them that I lived for this Think I'm Mr. Popular Poppin' at them officers The man that made a scene up at them Universal offices Sabotage my career, f**ed it within a year Phone stopped ringing, sh**, I guess I keep singin' They tryin' have a meetin' Well, I'm tryin' find a [?] While my bank accounts depletin' and my heart and brain are bleedin' I made another mess on the desk of some executive Live fast, die slow Bury me in decadence [Chorus: Speak] Six hundred suits, twelve pairs of boots I run with them weirdos, cavemen, and brutes Artists and k**as, we one in the same Groupies come and they go, I'm just happy I came X2 [Verse 2: Speak] Ego driven motor mouth [?] Never sip the Ace of Spades, I'd rather play some Motörhead Move like a [?] Over work and under paid Nothing left to lose now, except my life I ain't afraid Take a bullet for your team If I die, pour some heem If that money big enough, you sell your soul to live them dreams Pennies in my pocket, Pennies on my feet [?] on the jersey, Orlando versus Heat M-m-m-magic when I speak It's magic versus [?] They it's magic in the makin', all the b**hes do concur A funny thing occurred on the way to the stud, (what?) I was stabbed in the back But I guess I'll make do, sh** [Skit: [?]] All right, hey there, Anthony Are ya dead yet? No [Chorus: Speak] Six hundred suits, twelve pairs of boots I run with them weirdos, cavemen, and brutes Artists and k**as, we one in the same Groupies come and they go, I'm just happy I came (clapping and cheering) [Outro: [?]] Ladies and Gentlemen For the first time on North American soil Please welcome Gnarly Davidson vs. The Marlboro Man