I'm not always nice, not always mean My room has never been seen clean The way I feel is not always how I seem The thoughts that form inside my brain
Translation: Mxpx. My Mom Still Cleans My Room.
: I'm not always nice, not always mean My room has never been seen clean The way I feel is not always how I seem The thoughts that form inside my
crawled on my hands and knees For three full days Draggin' along my big leather suitcase And my garment bag And my tenor saxophone And my 12-pound bowlin' ball And my
get back in the room! I assume your folks are gonna be out late, go make me Kool Aid I'm a sit on the couch and masturbate then call my boyfriend Gabe
up my boyfriend and see if he ate. Spit out my bubba-licious ...(don't know these 2 lines) .... Finish the diches, BITCH! Let's try on your mom's minx
fuck can I be white, I don't even exist I get a clean shave, bathe, go to a rave Die from an overdose and dig myself up out of my grave My middle finger
you die they still get paid, extra probably Fuck a robbery, I'm the boss Promise you won't rob 'em, I promise But of course you know I had my fingers
die they still get paid, extra probably Fuck a robbery, I'm the boss Promise you won't rob 'em, I promise But of course you know I had my fingers crossed
hype companies line that y'all ship, go Got your mom believin' the label clown pick your room up Y'all stuck in contracts in pop's house, clean your room
with the ass like the bottom of a bag pipe Girls suck my dick like she was swallowing a mag light Gotta get my cash right livin in this fast life I'm fucked up the room
You the best, you a mess (Mess) that I need to clean" (Okay) Wanna be my queen (Okay) East and west wing everything that's in between Bed (Huh), room (
picture on my wall. It reminds me that it's not so bad, not so bad. (Eminem as Stan) Dear Slim, I wrote you, but you still ain't callin'. I left my cell, my
live straight and get my act together But my moms struggling, she putting scraps together Long time ago, when I wasn't home she was cleaning my room Cried
bring along your appetite Take a right hand turn through the cattle guard Park it down in the old school yard Gonna kick up my boots with my cowboy pards and hold my