Quinn XCII - I'm a Shlup lyrics
[Quinn XCII - I'm a Shlup lyrics]
I didn't do, I didn't do shit today
I really, yeah, someone's joinin' the club
I just watched TV, I'm a fucking loser
No, I was watchin' today, I
Was watchin' that show, uh, mTV Cribs
That's my show
You guys watch that show? You like that?
You know
Where they show the rockstars and the
Rapper's houses and all that stuff?
Doesn't that show make you feel
Like a loser? It's awful!
Self-esteem's out the window
Watching Britney Spears
It's when she was like 20 years old
She's like, "Oh my god, this is my helicopter
I had it spray painted pink
To match my tube top, so cool
I put some glitter on the dih
Dih dih dih dih part
We're gonna fly up to the house"
I'm like 34, sitting on a futon
Eating macaroni and cheese
"Oh my god! I'm a loser!
I'll never own a helicopter!
How the hell did she get a helicopter?!"
They say I'm good
Then why they hold me? I'm locked down
Nowadays, the common attitude is to turn up
Makin' raps in the kitchen
I toss a couple of freestyles
Chef's spittin' that flame
Hotter enough to burn up
Girl, be what you wanna be, nothin' is fake
I be stuntin' like Ryan Reynolds
You could be Blake Lively
Step inside of that center
We rockin' my crew, motley
Tell me why them stereotypical
Rappers on Miley
La da dee da dee, they know to party
Burn a couple of records of Jay, Cole, and
My gin bucket of that Bombay steam like Ali
Harry Potter fan
I'm breakin' bread with Dobby
They say you crazy man
Go and get a new hobby
What the hell you mean? I'm makin' this go
Kick it like Robby
When it smell like Old Fashioned
And you know I'm bringin' that Wasabi
Reservation for 20
Nine groupies packed in the lobby
And they all do it
Seriously, 'cause none of those people
Are savin' their money
Half of 'em, all they have is, like
One hit song so should they really be buyin'
All of that shit?
Seriously, 20-room house, seven, eight cars
It's like, "Dude
Don't you watch Behind the Music?
You know what I mean?
You're gonna be smokin' crack in, like
Six weeks! Hold on to this shit"
I really, yeah, someone's joinin' the club
I just watched TV, I'm a fucking loser
No, I was watchin' today, I
Was watchin' that show, uh, mTV Cribs
That's my show
You guys watch that show? You like that?
You know
Where they show the rockstars and the
Rapper's houses and all that stuff?
Doesn't that show make you feel
Like a loser? It's awful!
Self-esteem's out the window
Watching Britney Spears
It's when she was like 20 years old
She's like, "Oh my god, this is my helicopter
I had it spray painted pink
To match my tube top, so cool
I put some glitter on the dih
Dih dih dih dih part
We're gonna fly up to the house"
I'm like 34, sitting on a futon
Eating macaroni and cheese
"Oh my god! I'm a loser!
I'll never own a helicopter!
How the hell did she get a helicopter?!"
They say I'm good
Then why they hold me? I'm locked down
Nowadays, the common attitude is to turn up
Makin' raps in the kitchen
I toss a couple of freestyles
Chef's spittin' that flame
Hotter enough to burn up
Girl, be what you wanna be, nothin' is fake
I be stuntin' like Ryan Reynolds
You could be Blake Lively
Step inside of that center
We rockin' my crew, motley
Tell me why them stereotypical
Rappers on Miley
La da dee da dee, they know to party
Burn a couple of records of Jay, Cole, and
My gin bucket of that Bombay steam like Ali
Harry Potter fan
I'm breakin' bread with Dobby
They say you crazy man
Go and get a new hobby
What the hell you mean? I'm makin' this go
Kick it like Robby
When it smell like Old Fashioned
And you know I'm bringin' that Wasabi
Reservation for 20
Nine groupies packed in the lobby
And they all do it
Seriously, 'cause none of those people
Are savin' their money
Half of 'em, all they have is, like
One hit song so should they really be buyin'
All of that shit?
Seriously, 20-room house, seven, eight cars
It's like, "Dude
Don't you watch Behind the Music?
You know what I mean?
You're gonna be smokin' crack in, like
Six weeks! Hold on to this shit"