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Correct Mr. Mistake Lyrics
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Correct Mr. Mistake
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Wielding racy aphorisms I billy club your color line Refusing to join forces with your indie-thug wunderkind I rather embrace what your city slum undermines And encourage the idiom of bump-and-grind Sickly glum of unbuttoned minds I prime my condemned shell to excrete A lithium honey wine for you frowning fucks When trend arbitrators present my tortured lore adorned Gags are soaked in chloroform You get the same if you're poor in form With your flip full-tuck and triple-lutz into this icy brook War is sworn on my forlorned psyche's suit [Hook] I've got people to disappoint, I got mistakes to make How can you believe that I'm not a waste of space Oh I'm sorry to disappoint, I seldom save face But how can I speak your language When I don't know my own I've got people to disappoint, I got mistakes to make Your eroded innards is my favorite place So I'm sorry to disappoint, I seldom save face How can I speak your language? How can I speak your language? Too self-assured to ever treat her well (Kiss the off-colored tree frog) We turn into black Keebler elves Opposite elephants on sea-saws Android man-boy befriends the chic, mod tinker bell Then runs away from home until my knees throb Sneakers smell 'Til my every tirade activates Jihad sleeper-cells 'Til flag wavers say, 'please God we need your help' Still I'm precarious and flat-footed Like you're arrogant at a gun show I holler at your Marilyn Monroe With declarative mumbo-jumbo my narrative unfolds To a housed narcissism Parroted by a bum hole I cling to pointless ventures And inveigh buoyant pest verve I suck [Hook] I've got people to disappoint I've got mistakes to make How can you believe that I'm not a waste of space I'm sorry to disappoint I seldom save face But how can I speak your language When I don't know my own I got people to disappoint, I got mistakes to make Your eroded innards is my favorite place So I'm sorry to disappoint, I seldom save face How can I speak your language? How can I speak your language? It's unfitting but I stay all pensive and meek In cities where girls dress Greek And food's too expensive to eat And niggas gang-bang on Sesame Street I got too many requests to meet I got people to disappoint, I got mistakes to make How can you believe that I'm not a waste of space Oh I'm sorry to disappoint, I seldom save face But how can I speak your language When I don't know my own I got people to disappoint, I got mistakes to make Your eroded innards is my favorite place So I'm sorry to disappoint, I seldom save face How can I speak your language? How can I speak your language?
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