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Cinderella Man lyrics
Yeah,
You know technically,
I m not even really supposed to be here right now,
So fuck it,
Might as well make the most of it.
A-men A-men A-men A-men A-men A-men A-men A-men
Yeah, haha
Feels good,
Whooo,
Guess I m lucky,
Some of us don t get a second chance.
But I ain t blowing this one.
Naw man, haha,
Shit I feel like I can do anything now
Who can catch lightning in the bottle,
Set fire to water,
Comin out the nozzle on the fire hose,
Quiet and suavish
Cinderella man, Cinderella man, Cinderella man, Cinderella man.
Smash an hour glass,
Grab the sand,
Take his hands and cuff links,
Spin around to freeze the clock,
Take the hands of time an cuff em.
Cinderella man, Cinderella man, Cinderella man, Cinderella man.
There s a storm comin that the weather man couldn t predict,
I start the ball prick you better flee cause I get ticked
It s a rap, I was down, when I was down I was kicked
I got up
I m bout to punch ya to the ground, ya trick,
It s a trap,
Fuck my last CD the shits in my trash,
I be god damned if another rapper gets in my ass,
I hit the gas and I spit every rap as if it s my last.
You can die in the blink of an eye,
So bat ya eyelashes, and keep winking and blowin kisses
Cause your flirting with death
I m destroying your livelihood, I ain t just hurting your rep,
I catch a flow and get goin ,
No remorse, I m showin they slowin , for no one,
Knowin there is nothing you can do about it
Zero in on the target like a marksman,
The target is you,
I shut ya lane down,
Took ya spot, parked in it too,
Arsenic flow, lighter fluid, saliva what can ya do,
Go get ya crew to hype ya up stand behind you like whoooo!
That boy s hot enough to melt hell, burn Satan too,
Fry his ass, and put his asses back together with glue,
See you can hate em, he don t blame you frankly he would too,
This game could ill afford to lose him,
How bout you?
Now guess who (hey),
Here s a clue (hey),
He came to a ball in his wife beater
Lost his Nike shoe,
It s in ya ass (hey),
He s in ya ass, he s all up in ya psyche too,
Now what s his name!
Cinde-rella man,
Cinde-rella man,
Cinde-rella,
Cinde-rella man,
Cinde-rella man,
If I had a time machine, I d be:
Cinderella man,
Cinderella man,
Cinderella man,
Cinderella man,
Music is my time machine, so call me:
Cinderella man,
Cinderella man,
Cinderella man,
Cinderella man,
Fuck catching lightning
He struck it
Screamed shut up and thunder,
Then flipped the world upside down and made it rain upward
Cinderella man,
Cinderella man,
Cinderella man,
Cinderella man,
Rewound the future to the present,
Paused it don t ask how,
Fuck the past motherfucker
He s the shit right now he s
Cinderella man,
Cinderella man,
Cinderella man,
Cinderella man...
Cinderella man
Send the fellow shady dang came to rap the game up in cellophane,
Raise hell from hell he came,
But didn t come to bore you with the Cinderella story,
Nor did he come to do the same,
Or can t afford to be a label in this day in age,
And at this stage of the game
Mediocrity can no longer be allowed to fly,
So say bye,
To the old H I,
To the new Que sara
Consider it his last hurrah,
The coupe de grace
Raise em high in the sky,
Keep em up
Time to bring the place alive,
Thanks for bein patient
I will make no more mistakes,
Shit my potatoes baked,
Homie, the veggies on my plate can fly,
My filet is smoking weed,
Yeah faggot, the steaks are high,
Shit I ain t even suppose to be here
By the grace of god,
The skin on my teeth
And the hair on my nuts
I skated by,
Now y all are on thin ice
With ankle weights I d hate to lie,
How fuckin irritated are you,
How much in ya face am I,
It ain t shit you could do but fear it,
Proof is here in spirit
And I m a spittin image
I mirror it
When I stand near it,
Your pussy lyric,
I couldn t hear it,
Who forms pyramids and raps circles around square lyricists,
Who?
Here s a clue.
He came to the ball in his wifebeater,
Lost his nike shoe, it s in ya ass, he s in ya ass,
He s all up in ya psyche too.
Now what s his name?
Cinde-rella man,
Cinde-rella man,
Cinde-rella,
Cinde-rella man,
Cinde-rella man,
If I had a time machine, I d be:
Cinderella man,
Cinderella man,
Cinderella man,
Cinderella man,
Music is my time machine, so call me:
Cinderella man!
Cinderella man!
Cinderella man!
Cinderella man!
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