Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Manboy, artist - Mr. Muthafuckin' eXquire. Album song Brainiac, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 27.07.2017
Record label: Chocolate Rabbit
Song language: English
Manboy |
| I were I, and you were you |
| We were the sky, the sun, the moon |
| Move soul to soul, eternally |
| It’s meant to be |
| Manboy, so whatchu gon' do? |
| (What we gon' do, whatchu gon' do |
| What we gon' do, whatchu gon' do |
| What we gon' do?) |
| Manboy, so whatchu gon' do? |
| (What we gon' do, whatchu gon' do |
| What we gon' do, whatchu gon' do |
| What we gon' do?) |
| Manboy… |
| Is this shit a lyric, or is this just my spirit |
| Speaking out loud, proudly, so everyone can hear him |
| He rarely speaks gently, except the times he tempts me |
| Makes me do bad things, and drains me til I’m empty |
| You probably don’t believe me, wish I could take a pic |
| Of this drunk, scuzzy motherfucker jacking off his dick |
| Screaming in my ear, yelling «You ain’t shit! |
| You never gonna make it, nigga, you should just quit!» |
| I’m my biggest obstacle, all y’all don’t exist |
| Like an M. Night Shyamalan plot, «What a twist!» |
| Mr. Invincible, Mr. Inhuman |
| Mr. Ingenious, really thinks that he’s stupid |
| And vulnerable and lonely, most of the time he’s home |
| Trying to figure out what’s going on inside his domepiece |
| Spiritually dying, a pariah live inside him |
| Nobody ever calls him, even you don’t like him (DAMN!) |
| Semi-suicidal, emotions like a tidal wave |
| Bi-polar, first he fit the noose, then it’s «oh, behave!» |
| Infinite last days, an eternal pathway |
| And leaves off where he started, so he only goes halfway |
| He can’t go forward, and he can’t go backward |
| He trapped most days, I wonder why I started rappin' |
| Oops, I meant «he», it’s definitely not me |
| That I’m talkin' 'bout, on this brand new CD |
| Confessions of a shattered dreamer, sexaholic schemer deviant |
| Yet true believer in always sow what you reapin' |
| We can reap the benefits, or we can reap a Benedict Arnold |
| In our thoughts that leave us lost and trembling |
| I against I, third eye versus the mind for the title belt |
| In a ladder match, watch me climb |
| Bipolar chromosome, zonin' on his own |
| Hold the chrome to his dome, since Parochial School |
| I’ve been used up, mixed confused mutt |
| Obtuse, recluse «De loused In The Comatorium» Eriartarka |
| Stoli vodka stole my art, then stole my confidence |
| Nothing makes sense now, I’m totally bonkers |
| Off my rocker, bouncing off the walls of my mom’s apartment |
| It ain’t my fault that I lost and I can’t absorb it |
| Laying dormant, doormat, no doorman, 4 door Porsche |
| I’m anonymous, oh my god, I’m normal??? |
| Fully formed regressing, mind at ease be stressin' |
| God be’s the Devil, he strikes me with blessings |
| Till life’s a bitch that curtsey’s, I’m at war like Xerxes |
| Trying my best not to hurt me |
| Depression, ain’t empty rhettoric, NO it barely speaks |
| It hides behind a smile, in fear thet you’ll say we’re weak |
| I sip my tears in liquor, I drown my time in Ink |
| Caged in reality, only thing Free is the dream |
| I sip my tears in liquor, I drown my time in Ink |
| Caged in reality, only thing Free is the dream |
| Fuck this dream royally, cause it boiled me, turned my cousin on me |
| But if he turned on me, that means he was never for me |
| Disloyalty, niggas shape-shifting like Morph on me |
| How can’t I trust the same motherfuckers, walked in the door on me? |
| Spoiled and poisoned him, he’s entitled, that’s how it always be |
| What makes is worse is that we family |
| So at Thanksgiving I’m paranoid he pissing in the pot of greens |
| He bring my plate, he probably spit inside my Mac & Cheese (EW) |
| We Thor and Loki, Megatron and Starscream |
| Never was jealous of you, did you wanna be me? |
| You let your pride get in the way of our dream |
| This is not who we supposed to be! |
| Trax switched sides on me, let niggas ride on me |
| Gave him a second chance, he let em re-ride on me |
| How you a grown man playing three sides, homie? |
| How your wife wear the pants, and you in knee-highs, homie? |
| I hope you play this song for your daughter so that she know |
| She really should call her daddy her mommy, cause you a hoe |
| All those disappearing acts and the couple of thousand you stole |
| But she was lying, nigga, that ain’t a dick, nigga |
| You a broad, so that had to be a clit, nigga |
| You make me sick, nigga, suck my dick, nigga |
| And when I see you, I’m a punch you in your shit, nigga |
| See, the things about dreams is I’m a die for the shit |
| The thing about me is I kill for my shit |
| The pain separates the warriors from the men |
| Are you gonna grow up til you fall, or c-cry like a bitch? |
| These scars represent everywhere that I’ve been |
| XXL post, broke with the bums, slept on the 6 |
| So everything I left, will never see me again |
| You only get half a bar, suck my dick |
| Manboy… |
| (Black Genius comin' soon, nigga! Get ready! Haha!) |