Groupie Theraphy

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"Super Rock" "Oh my god" "Turn the station down" "Oooh wee" "Damn, give a nigga a remote control or somethin'" "Hey man, turn from that shit, bunny" "Offshore flow for you" "Hey" "Yo dude, why don't you slow down that little remote, dude? C'mon man" "Yo dude, it's time for some Madden, nigga" "Yay, bitch" "Turn from that shit" "Ay yo, Liv, let's go get something to eat, dude" "Alright, I'm about to go get the Madden" "Nah, man" "Niggas should be reading books" "Are you one of these celebrities caught up on these groupie hips? Or do you just flat out give them too much credit? Well, I'm Dr. All Over of the Industry Hip Institute We're here for you, we've been there Call this number at the bottom of your screen" "1-900-ABOUE" "1-900-ABOUE" "1-900-ABOUE" "1-900-ABOUE" "1-900-ABOUE" "1-900-ABOUE" "1-900-ABOUE" "Oh, I got a caller, uh, what's your name? Uh, Willie Brown? What you got to say?" I was standing, wanted to catch the meaning I would give anything to swing hand in hand with her But it was just a blur, I couldn't blame Why give a fortune and the fame For a nigga who can barely afford his name? So the dame kept aim at the stars I'm often thinking about it when I'm Waiting on calls across the border Make sure my rhyme's in order 'cause that moment could be near And it was, now my attorney's telling me to sign here So I appear and perform international The time came, she stepped to me, I thought rational But she knew that I wanted it She walked around and fronted it like a peacock I knocked the Reebok, now she jock Blowing up my PacTel and my doorbell I had to check myself 'cause, well, Love Boat won't sail 'Cause I'm no captain, let 'em know from the start I let you break me off but I won't let you break my heart So hello, hello, hello and how you doin'? I'm looking for the party and I'm looking for the one So hello, hello, hello and how you doin'? I'm looking for the party So I'm surrounded by bitches Now this is the most incredible shit in Slimkid history So watch if you will The moment some good shit pop and they be foggin' up your grill Overly thrilled to get you in your ass like Massengill Still burning, shit now and I'm still learning How not to fuck with your baby or make you my old lady You just overcast and your ass is shady Trying to block the sunlight with all of that hype And now I'm discontinuing all of this pipe That I've been laying, as long as you keep swaying To another crew's tempo, I gotta let you go and that's simple So get it through your two temples Because I'm trying to live fatter than a blimp, ho And you exempt, and I won't simp on a write-off So step out my world and turn the light off So hello, hello, hello and how you doin'? I'm looking for the party and I'm looking for the one So hello, hello, hello and how you doin'? I'm looking for the party She was my high school sweetheart down from start When all I had was high hopes, my health, and my art But when I got my fame she became unsure If I could still feel the same when I came off tour I said, "For sure," 'cause what God gave us, girl, I'm grateful No need to be insecure, baby, your nigga's faithful So now I'm off doing dates in a gang of states And as my status elevates, I see the baddest ace At the backstage gate, looking great, straight Waiting for a nigga, so now I figure Hey, I only live once, I'm going all out today Made a call out to her lady to say what I had to say "Nah, I still love you but it's just, hey, I gotta—" "Hey, that's bullshit, if you still love me Then you wouldn't be chilling like this" "Hey, hey, hey, hey, it's a dick thing, that's all I—" "Ay, yo man, let's rip, Liv" "Ay, I gotta be out, baby, I'll holla at you later" Now I gets back the very next week Only to learn the tables turned like a technique Twelve hundred, last thing in the world that I wanted Was my girl going out every night getting blunted And suited with a clique of well known reputed Groupie hoes from all the hip-hop shows Backstage with a little backpack, trying to get chose By another nigga with talent, wealth, and fame Oh, I suppose, I guess I got myself to blame For turning her out into a hip-hop freak Now I seek counseling from my therapist twice a week So let me speak about the freak So let me speak about the freak Yeah, so let me speak Instantly, she made another selection 'Cause he was in the line plus had the money connection Correction, way more paid is why she laid and played The charade and the game of deception This mysterious mistress is just an actress Of the mattress 'cause she's a wannabe mactress Well built, but equipped with the tackiest of tactics And I hate it, why this is dedicated to all of them type of women Who still be swimming, lost and confused in the lake of illusion With no values is why they're constantly losing Choosing to get abused and abused and abused and abused and abused