Ol Gregg - Godemis

I read a lot of BS, when will it end?

Cause something blurred the line between enemies and friends

They type a lot and babble every detail to each other

When really no one gives a fuck about your favorite color

Or what the hell your musical influence is

You can update your status like, «we get it in.»

But, nobody is special we all sucking wind

At the bottom of a bucket with a couple fucking ends

I don’t tweet shit, as for your opinion, you can keep it

I live in purgatory and my mindset is deep six

Hanging from the rafters, chucking fucking raffle tickets

Kick it with a group of fags and they don’t ask you where to stick it

The other day somebody said that we were well acquainted

I told 'em I don’t recognize you, sort of funny ain’t it?

Don’t take it personal, see I’m just going through a phase

And if not for IBZ I probably wouldn’t even have a page

Come on!

Look at my page homie, I’m so dead

They type a lot of shit on me homie it’s code red

I’m just a DBD with talent and no bread

But you know me, you love me, nigga I’m Ol' Gregg!

Brothers be yawning they wanna get more head

I peep it from afar then I egg them like go ahead

I’m just a ODB with talent and no bread

But you know me, you love me, nigga I’m Ol' Gregg!

Let me reiterate, I know nobody’s perfect

Like your status probably states, whichever way you want to word it

You’re dipping with your knee, but if you’re texting and you’re swerving,

you could kill somebody in traffic who probably didn’t deserve it

And if you’re listening, I know you’re gonna disagree

Switching lanes without a signal, thinking «Who the fuck is he?»

My touchscreen app is just a purple fucking key and you could download it for

free, if it was up to me

I guess I’m kinda square, I try to keep the circle small

I miss a friend or two that I could probably give a call

But I don’t ever feel the need to tell the world I’m at the mall,

take a bunch of ugly pics and post them on a fucking wall

Not at all see, I don’t sit back and wonder where do y’all be, shit if we need

to chop it up pick up the phone and call me

Whatever time of day, I’ll even answer out of slumber

Who I consider fam' already got the fucking number

Come on!