Monday, October 22, 2012

Rules (lyrics)

Full song
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Oh yeah.
So basically, you know, I don't want you telling me shit.
I'm not trying to hear anything you got to say.
Tomorrow ain't promised to anybody,
So I ain't hearin' you today.

Rules don't apply to me,
I don't need to see tomorrow, tomorrow.
Rules don't apply to me,
I don't need to see tomorrow, tomorrow.

Check it out.
I'm thinking about putting it in your mouth.
I'm thinking about taking you to my house,
And I'm thinking about messing around on my couch.
I'm thinking about all the things we could do with,
Hold up,
I seen another girl that was fly like you,
I'm thinking about handing out rides for two.
If you down I'm cool.
And if you 'round that's cool.
And if you hold her down that's better.
'Cause I've seen a lot of doll-faced women,
And I'm still screamin' "Independent women forever"
[Forever-ever, forever-ever]
I will love you until the end of time,
As long as you ain't afraid to take charge,
To step up and give a piece of your mind.

Rules don't apply to me,
I don't need to see tomorrow, tomorrow.
Rules don't apply to me,
I don't need to see tomorrow, tomorrow.

Fuck around and get followed,
I seen you coming out of that McDonalds,
I seen your fat mom shop at Marshall's,
For the past three Sundays lookin' gnarly.
I'm patient, what more can I say?
I know you take your garbage out every single Wednesday.
Yeah, bits, don't get ram, up, on.
I leave ya in the alley with your nuts gone.
And I'll be probably be leaving with some puff song.
But I'll be dancing like I got myself a touchdown.
Prof got twinkle toes.
Blowing kisses, throwing mistletoe.
Too much seconds and I'll hit the floor.
Buckin' out, throwing 'bows, I'm invincible.
I got into a fight last night,
And I'm quite sure that it was a dyke last night.
Yep.

Rules don't apply to me,
I don't need to see tomorrow, tomorrow.
Rules don't apply to me,
I don't need to see tomorrow, tomorrow.

Call up the chickens, all the gampos.
Where the strippers at, dubs and the hundos?
Assholes throw bows in the front rows.
No bodybuilders, but real gun shows.
Southside, where they jump folk,
Put it in the air, bud smoke.
Yeah, rules don't apply to me,
A good dude, but I don't even try to be,
'Cause I'm a bad mutherfuck ask if you could rap,
With an asshole such as a mac like myself.
Mr officer, I am a monster,
Involved with illegal things at my concert.
I am considered and immature little kidder,
Then you figured I'm a shit, then you realize I'm a shitter.
I'll make your women scream,
Make the dudes fight.
We gon' do this all night.

Rules don't apply to me, [No they don't now]
I don't need to see tomorrow, tomorrow.
Rules don't apply to me, [Apply to me]
I don't need to see tomorrow, [No I don't now]
Tomorrow. [No I don't now]

Break it down now.
Go girl, go girl, go girl.
Break it down now, go girl.
How you do that there,
How you do that there,
How you do that there,
How you do that there.

Yeah, buddy.

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