| Awwwww yeah, Mista Whizz-ite takin’ it back to the eighties
Gettin’ down with the ladies
Not yet gettin’ paid
They brought the drug trade
We hung in the arcade
Remember Live Aid?
I was makin’ the grade
With my hair freshly sprayed
My high top fade
Was sharp as a blade
Cool like lemonade
Sipped in the shade
Man that decade
Was so clichéd
Boom! Like a grenade
Let’s start this serenade
People look at me
They frown at what they see
They ain’t seen the best of me yet
When things get tough that’s when you can bet I’ll quit
Blessed with ability
I hide it endlessly
I could grab success in my hands
But I don’t give a damn
I’m shamin’ my name
Lame!
I’m gonna slack forever
I’m not even gonna try
(Why?)
My mood changes with the weather
I might as well lie down and die
Lame
I make no attempt to get better
There’s no one else I can blame
Lame
I’m gonna slack forever
Baby remember I’m lame
Remember
Remember
Remember
Remember
Remember
Remember
Remember
Remember
Dude seriously, I’m totally lame
I mean, I got all this talent and opportunity
But I, like, refuse to take advantage of it.
Life is truly passing me by. Yeah.
People say I’m bright
But I gave up this fight
Stop waiting for me to succeed
Because self-pity is my creed indeed
Indifference is my crime
And I’ll waste all your time
I could grab the world by the tail
But I’m committed to fail
Lame!
I’m gonna slack forever
I’m not even gonna try
(Why?)
My mood changes with the weather
I might as well lie down and die
Lame
I make no attempt to get better
There’s no one else I can blame
Lame
I’m gonna slack forever
Baby remember I’m lame
Remember
Remember
Remember
Remember
Remember
Remember
Remember
Remember
Remember
Remember
|