Mr Regular (feat. Oliver Tree & Killer Mike)
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Mr Regular (feat. Oliver Tree & Killer Mike)
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They used to tell me I was regular (uh huh)
Got me sittin’ on the edge of my seat (uh huh)
They used to tell me a lot of things (uh huh)
They tried to tell me how we should think
One day, one day or another
You’re fine
One way, one way or another
That’s right
You got me wrong, wrong
You got me wrong, but what is this?
You got me wrong, wrong
You got me wrong, but what is this?
I'm off that heavy metal hit, no amateur shit
Rip your neck off and rip another hit of my spliff
One sip off the end, just to get bent
Is this really how your whole life was spent?
On a scale to one to ten, do you feel irrelevant?
Maybe you should say what the fuck you really meant
The devil sent me here in fear when I was young
Bitch, I thought I said I had enough
They used to tell me I was regular (uh, huh)
Got me sittin’ on the edge of my seat (uh, huh)
They used to tell me a lot of things (uh, huh)
They tried to tell me how we should think
One day, one day or another
You’re fine
One way, one way or another
That’s right
You got me wrong, wrong
You got me wrong, but what is this?
You got me wrong, wrong
You got me wrong, but what is this?
Shit
I is Michael, I am idol, I does (yeah)
Above all of these simple suckers, that is idle (yeah)
My home room teacher said: Michael, you won’t be shit (who me?)
He dead now, now hey, look at Michael, I'm dead rich (RIP
Fuck all the doubters, they doubted 'cause I was just ‘bout it
I had to be ‘bout it and ‘bout it
The bottom was too fuckin’ crowded
And just like a crab in a barrel, I fought to get out of it
They won’t allow it, and still I got out
And goddamn it, I must be the greatest
I'm not the run of the mill, I run up a mil’ for every one of my babies
Don’t wanna be goat, don’t wanna be goat
I wanna be wolf on his throat
May never be rich, may never be rich
But I will not settle for PO’
I cannot lie, I cannot lie
Did what I did to get by
Had no regrets, had no regrets
I did not settle for regular shit
They used to tell me I was regular (uh, huh)
Got me sittin’ on the edge of my seat (uh, huh)
They used to tell me a lot of things (uh, huh)
They tried to tell me how we should think
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