Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stoopid, artist - EMC. Date of issue: 03.05.2015
Song language: English
Stoopid |
| Man, I gotta get outta here, man |
| I can’t play Xbox, man! |
| Tzzz |
| Tired of my spouse’s mouth |
| She tired of me on the house’s couch |
| Wake up, grab the car keys, bouncin' out |
| Kiss and make-up, I wouldn’t give her mouth-to-mouth |
| For every gallon of my talent, she’s announcin' doubt |
| Friends tell her to leave, textin' «How's the south!?» |
| I was anxious to marry her, now I’m thinkin' hysteria |
| Smokin' dank with a drank in a shank, thinkin' it’s lyria |
| The she thinks I’m inferior to her ex with a Lincoln |
| They got the Minquez interior, thoughts I’m thinkin' to share with her |
| Call the chief of police, and his highest ranking superior |
| Tell em blanket the area with a tank and a barrier |
| I’m about to do somethin' stupid, this ain’t a prank |
| Tell my girl that I don’t think I’ma hear from her |
| Stoopid is as stoopid does |
| Who it is or who it was |
| Don’t matter much if you the judge |
| Cause stoopid is as stoopid does |
| I go stoopid, so stoopid |
| So stoopid stoopid stoopid |
| I’m gon' stoopid, so stoopid |
| I’ma lose it, lose it, lose it |
| (I'ma lose control) |
| (Urgh, up all night again. I get no sleep |
| This job is crazy! |
| Man!) |
| Listen, don’t get me wrong. |
| Love bein' a paramedic |
| But I’m about to snap soon! |
| Okay, there I said it! |
| Cause ma’am, it’s three in the mornin', you should be countin' sheep |
| Wrapped up in a warm blanket and sound asleep |
| All you got is a hangnail and you’re having cramps |
| It’s not reason to take a ride in my ambulance |
| And by the way: Won’t you clean your house? |
| Cause before when I set my bag on the floor, I seen a mouse |
| Guess the hospital’s the place to be (yup) |
| You get fed, a bed, a nurse with a cute face to see |
| And everyone’s a hypochondriac (word) |
| Cryin' wolf from every apartment, house club or laundromat |
| Let me guess, you got chest pain and breathin' trouble |
| And it’s been happenin' for five days and you seeing double |
| I’m about to do somethin' stupid |
| I need a break from the B.S. |
| and the stress 'fore I lose it |
| (Look, I’m tired of these fans sendin me all these links, man, I don’t even |
| like these rappers!) |
| I promise that I’m honestly not as mad as I sound |
| But whoever you feelin' is not the baddest around |
| I know that you’re a fan and you wanna hand him the crown |
| But I’m here to offer that dead man as a clown |
| So please don’t be friends wit' me |
| Sendin' links to the songs |
| Cause that dude is the enemy, why you think he belongs? |
| Yeah I know its followers' dwarf mind in comparison |
| But this shit is wrong and this new song is embarrasin' |
| You should get fined for this, like James Harrison |
| This shit is fire, I’m 20 gallons of kerosene |
| I don’t even know why you wanna encourage him |
| When you know damn well that I’ma try to embarrass him |
| So keep tweetin' me ten optional versions |
| I’m lose patience like incompetent surgeons |
| I’m about to do something stupid, so call the cops |
| Before somebody get shot for this music |